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digitalemperor) wrote2012-07-03 11:04 pm
digitalemperor) wrote2012-07-03 11:04 pm
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Memory 07
Memory: Significant Neutral - Shizuo appears! Anri outruns Mikado (Vol 1, chapter 8, part 3)
Game: Game (played)
Game Master: Lady of the Lake (Nimue)
Day: 155
Notes: Cups for tea with a small vine in your team's color. Drink from them. Three uses. 2/3 used. (Kazuki)
Just as Mikado made to ask what he had meant by that—a convenience store trash can flew from further within the alley, and smashed directly into Izaya.
The trash crashed to the ground with an impressive thud and finally rolled to a stop.
“Urgh!”
Izaya groaned, and lost his balance, falling to his knees. The trash can which had directly hit Izaya was made of metal, but he’d been hit with the flat part, nothing sharp, so while the impact had been rather loud, there wasn’t that much damage done.
Izaya slowly staggered to his feet, and looked in the direction from which the trash can had flown from:
“Shi…Shizu-chan?”
“Iza~ ya~ kun~ ”
On hearing these deliberately stretched syllables, Mikado and Anri slowly turned their heads in the same direction.
Standing there—was a young man wearing sunglasses. He was wearing a bartender outfit, complete with a bow tie. All in all, he was dressed like some kind of hotel or nightclub pimp from a previous century.
He wasn’t as tall as Simon, but could be still considered rather tall. But, looking at his lanky frame, he didn’t seem like someone who could throw a convenience store trash can.
“Didn’t I tell you not to show your face in Ikebukuro again huh? Iza~ ya~ kun~ yo~”
Comprehension dawned upon Izaya’s face. And for the first time, Mikado saw that his smile had faltered:
“Shizu-chan, weren’t you working at the west entrance?”
“I got fired ages ago! And besides, didn’t I tell you not to call me that? How many times have I told you Iza~ ya~? I have a name, and it’s Heiwajima Shizuo~”
As he relayed that warning in a low voice, a vein throbbed at his temple. There was nothing particularly special about him, and if he hadn’t done anything unusual, he could easily pass off as an ordinary bartender. But his body seemed to be giving off an air of some kind of unseeable wrath. An expression of sheer ‘terror’, one that far exceeded the limits of fear, materialized in Mikado’s eyes.
—His vein’s throbbing…it’s my first time seeing someone do that for real…
Such innocent thoughts were still emerging in Mikado’s mind—but in the next moment, all that was left was a teenager’s body in which an indescribable primeval fear had completely taken over.
Heiwajima Shizuo—the man Masaomi had mentioned who you should never make an enemy of. Before Masaomi had mentioned him, he’d added a ‘besides those colour gangs and the Bosokozu’ in front, so this guy could still be called an ordinary member of society. But, Mikado was sure, if there was anyone who relied on ‘violence’ to communicate, it had to be this guy.
It wasn’t hard to understand. If anyone living in Japan saw a person like that, they’d want to stay as far away as possible. This was even more so if the person looked fearsome and dangerous. But if the person was like this man whose appearance was not particularly notable, it would be, in fact, even harder to decide how to interact with him.
“You’re really troublesome, Shizu-chan. Are you still mad I pinned that crime on you?”
“No, I’m not. I just wanna punch the crap outta ya.”
“Ah I’m in trouble now... so, just let me go."
Although Izaya was asking to be spared, he’d pulled out his knife from his sleeve:
“In the face of Shizu-chan’s violence…it’s hard for me to deal with you, since you don’t listen to logic or reason.”
“Eh…”
Anri who had been spacing out, let out a gasp on seeing the silver gleam of the knife blade. Mikado on sensing her fear, began gesticulating wildly, trying his best to relay the message ‘let’s get outta here!’ to her.
The girl pressed her back against the wall and nodded madly, then hugging her bag tightly, took off. Mikado ran behind her until they got to the main road. Then he turned back to look.
As he did, he could only hear Shizuo’s frenzied bellows coming from the alley he’d just run away from, and he saw a crowd gathered around there, drawn there by the commotion.
Then, a huge man, standing at over two metres—Simon, reached out with a hand to part the spectating crowd and strode into the alley. After that, Mikado didn’t really have the heart to continue watching anymore.
Now, a very complete fear was swirling around in his chest. In this new place, where the ordinary and the extraordinary clashed, just which of that could the incident just now be called? But at least he knew for sure, it was something he definitely he shouldn’t get involved in.
At the same time, Mikado had experienced for himself what it meant by ‘someone he should never make an enemy of’.
—An ordinary person like him’s already so scary. Then, what about triad members and the Chinese mafia?
All that violent stuff he’d seen on the Net…he’d always thought they were exaggerations. But after experiencing it all firsthand, he realized it really was that scary.
As he thought about that, Mikado felt that they’d probably run far enough and shouted to Anri:
“Hey, wait up…wait…I…can’t…breathe…”
He’d given it his all, but the sad thing was, he hadn’t once been able to run faster than Anri.
And such a fact had been imposed upon the youth, Ryuugamine Mikado’s reality.
Things we learned:
-OH GOD OH GOD SHIZUO-SAN IS SCARY
-SCARY
-SCARY AS FUCK
-If a guy like that is frightening how bad are the triads and the mafia?!
-Violence is bad!!! VIOLENCE IS REALLY BAD!!!
-How were we even in that situation?!
-Was that normal or abnormal I can't even tell?!
-UWAH
-....Even shy looking megane girls outrun me and out-stamina me
-Gain +100 timidity
-Gain +100 VIOLENCE IS BAD
-Gain +20 it's okay to run away
What this means:
Mikado has no idea how he ended up in that situation or why those men were fighting or who Shizuo is other than someone Masaomi told him was dangerous! Izaya he's remembered before and they seemed to be on speaking terms. And Anri he knows is a classmate, but why they were all together is a mystery. All he knows is THAT SITUATION WAS SCARY but, also maybe, exciting?
This is his first official meeting with Shizuo.
Game: Game (played)
Game Master: Lady of the Lake (Nimue)
Day: 155
Notes: Cups for tea with a small vine in your team's color. Drink from them. Three uses. 2/3 used. (Kazuki)
Just as Mikado made to ask what he had meant by that—a convenience store trash can flew from further within the alley, and smashed directly into Izaya.
The trash crashed to the ground with an impressive thud and finally rolled to a stop.
“Urgh!”
Izaya groaned, and lost his balance, falling to his knees. The trash can which had directly hit Izaya was made of metal, but he’d been hit with the flat part, nothing sharp, so while the impact had been rather loud, there wasn’t that much damage done.
Izaya slowly staggered to his feet, and looked in the direction from which the trash can had flown from:
“Shi…Shizu-chan?”
“Iza~ ya~ kun~ ”
On hearing these deliberately stretched syllables, Mikado and Anri slowly turned their heads in the same direction.
Standing there—was a young man wearing sunglasses. He was wearing a bartender outfit, complete with a bow tie. All in all, he was dressed like some kind of hotel or nightclub pimp from a previous century.
He wasn’t as tall as Simon, but could be still considered rather tall. But, looking at his lanky frame, he didn’t seem like someone who could throw a convenience store trash can.
“Didn’t I tell you not to show your face in Ikebukuro again huh? Iza~ ya~ kun~ yo~”
Comprehension dawned upon Izaya’s face. And for the first time, Mikado saw that his smile had faltered:
“Shizu-chan, weren’t you working at the west entrance?”
“I got fired ages ago! And besides, didn’t I tell you not to call me that? How many times have I told you Iza~ ya~? I have a name, and it’s Heiwajima Shizuo~”
As he relayed that warning in a low voice, a vein throbbed at his temple. There was nothing particularly special about him, and if he hadn’t done anything unusual, he could easily pass off as an ordinary bartender. But his body seemed to be giving off an air of some kind of unseeable wrath. An expression of sheer ‘terror’, one that far exceeded the limits of fear, materialized in Mikado’s eyes.
—His vein’s throbbing…it’s my first time seeing someone do that for real…
Such innocent thoughts were still emerging in Mikado’s mind—but in the next moment, all that was left was a teenager’s body in which an indescribable primeval fear had completely taken over.
Heiwajima Shizuo—the man Masaomi had mentioned who you should never make an enemy of. Before Masaomi had mentioned him, he’d added a ‘besides those colour gangs and the Bosokozu’ in front, so this guy could still be called an ordinary member of society. But, Mikado was sure, if there was anyone who relied on ‘violence’ to communicate, it had to be this guy.
It wasn’t hard to understand. If anyone living in Japan saw a person like that, they’d want to stay as far away as possible. This was even more so if the person looked fearsome and dangerous. But if the person was like this man whose appearance was not particularly notable, it would be, in fact, even harder to decide how to interact with him.
“You’re really troublesome, Shizu-chan. Are you still mad I pinned that crime on you?”
“No, I’m not. I just wanna punch the crap outta ya.”
“Ah I’m in trouble now... so, just let me go."
Although Izaya was asking to be spared, he’d pulled out his knife from his sleeve:
“In the face of Shizu-chan’s violence…it’s hard for me to deal with you, since you don’t listen to logic or reason.”
“Eh…”
Anri who had been spacing out, let out a gasp on seeing the silver gleam of the knife blade. Mikado on sensing her fear, began gesticulating wildly, trying his best to relay the message ‘let’s get outta here!’ to her.
The girl pressed her back against the wall and nodded madly, then hugging her bag tightly, took off. Mikado ran behind her until they got to the main road. Then he turned back to look.
As he did, he could only hear Shizuo’s frenzied bellows coming from the alley he’d just run away from, and he saw a crowd gathered around there, drawn there by the commotion.
Then, a huge man, standing at over two metres—Simon, reached out with a hand to part the spectating crowd and strode into the alley. After that, Mikado didn’t really have the heart to continue watching anymore.
Now, a very complete fear was swirling around in his chest. In this new place, where the ordinary and the extraordinary clashed, just which of that could the incident just now be called? But at least he knew for sure, it was something he definitely he shouldn’t get involved in.
At the same time, Mikado had experienced for himself what it meant by ‘someone he should never make an enemy of’.
—An ordinary person like him’s already so scary. Then, what about triad members and the Chinese mafia?
All that violent stuff he’d seen on the Net…he’d always thought they were exaggerations. But after experiencing it all firsthand, he realized it really was that scary.
As he thought about that, Mikado felt that they’d probably run far enough and shouted to Anri:
“Hey, wait up…wait…I…can’t…breathe…”
He’d given it his all, but the sad thing was, he hadn’t once been able to run faster than Anri.
And such a fact had been imposed upon the youth, Ryuugamine Mikado’s reality.
Things we learned:
-OH GOD OH GOD SHIZUO-SAN IS SCARY
-SCARY
-SCARY AS FUCK
-If a guy like that is frightening how bad are the triads and the mafia?!
-Violence is bad!!! VIOLENCE IS REALLY BAD!!!
-How were we even in that situation?!
-Was that normal or abnormal I can't even tell?!
-UWAH
-....Even shy looking megane girls outrun me and out-stamina me
-Gain +100 timidity
-Gain +100 VIOLENCE IS BAD
-Gain +20 it's okay to run away
What this means:
Mikado has no idea how he ended up in that situation or why those men were fighting or who Shizuo is other than someone Masaomi told him was dangerous! Izaya he's remembered before and they seemed to be on speaking terms. And Anri he knows is a classmate, but why they were all together is a mystery. All he knows is THAT SITUATION WAS SCARY but, also maybe, exciting?
This is his first official meeting with Shizuo.