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01 ♞ Action ♞ Park

[ all things considered, it's a pretty pitiful sight. a figure in a dark black riding suit complemented by a bright yellow helmet slowly wheels its ride down some path or other. the motorcycle creaks, groans, barely plods along... on obvious last legs, a walking, decrepit piece of junk if there ever was one in Joywick.

so why is this person pushing it around at all, two hands gripped firmly over the handlebars? maybe even they forget the reason at this point, stopping to lean the giant beat up frame against a park bench. the rider stares down at the sad sight for a moment, drops their shoulders, and -- eventually -- shakes their head, hands gripping into fists before they cross over their chest. it appears the poor object won't be put out of its misery just yet.

how long would it take before the lone figure realized they were being tailed? though the bike had always been silent but for the roll of wheels on asphalt, as the rider's follower remembers, where it's lacking now indicates it will soon be silent for good. equally silent, this other person's attire of all black is brightened by the fur lining his coat. he breaks it with a sudden pang, kicking up a rock with the toe of his shoe and sending it careening into the worn motorcycle. ]

An urban legend reduced to such a sad state. What's the black rider without her black bike?

[ now that he's gotten the rider's attention, the young man speaks with familiarity. ]

Say, Courier. Don't tell me you've thrown everything away for one sorry dream. How do you know if what you're looking for is even here?

[ "her" back having shot up into an utterly scandalized pose almost instantly, said "urban legend" turns to face her unknown assailant, and... well, there's not really too much this "black rider" can do once she sees who it is, is there? looks like the poor object's owner won't be put out of its misery anytime soon either. ]

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[Going to the park seemed to end up part of the routine when walking around this city as well. Maybe with the play sets and fountain it was just enough of the familiar... or something. It was also something to see both Celty and Izaya walking by off in the distance. Really, it was almost unbelievable that they joined the game. ~~Why the hell would Izaya want to join it?~~]

[It was most by autonomous reaction that Shizuo picked up the biggest rock he could, though it was no newspaper vending machine or trash bin, and threw it right for Izaya's head.]

Izaya!

[He's stomping right for you both. Without actually being angry, it's enough time for him to also notice and get a better look at Celty's bike. Which is probably why the stomping turns to normal strides when he's close enough to point at it.]

What happened?

[ Shizuo could ponder the reasons all he liked, but it made Izaya neither more or less fulfilled. meaning, of course, he was here to stay regardless. he's not all too pleased to see Shizuo at first glance but once he's using the interval (of approximately 0.6 seconds) to dodge a flying rock, a moment of clarity reveals itself. much like the reason he's kept his enemy alive, there were uses for people like him in situations like these.

his knife is out quickly, Celty momentarily disregarded for the sake of his safety and future joypoints. at least, that's what he has in mind when he draws it, but his expectations are sorely met. why isn't he attacking again? his posture slumps some. ]

Huh? Hey...

[ naturally, the confusion can't last. as he moves closer to Celty and her bike, a lazy grin surfaces. ]

How wonderful. Even you can think on your feet.

[ being in Ikebukuro for as long as she has and keeping the same company she does while there affords one some pretty great benefits, even outside of the mythological figure mumbo jumbo. namely, 1. the ability to hone in on dangerous flying projectiles from distances off, and 2. the foreknowledge to Get the Hell Out of Dodge when these two are anywhere near each other. unfortunately, she's kind of boxed in between them right now, Celty's helmet whipping towards Izaya as quickly as it did to Shizuo, and back and forth a few more times, while she ponders what exactly to... do...

well, Shizuo did ask her a question. jumpy and surprised as she is (and only about half of that shock being from realizing he's here with them too), it's not impossible for the Dullahan to retrieve her JoyPhone and type out a quick text, holding the screen up to her bartending friend in a way it would be difficult, but not impossible, for Izaya to view. ]

I don't know! It hasn't been working right ever since I got here! Something's wrong with it!

[Even more unusual to Shizuo's reactions, the best that was given to the informant was one of the laziest glares that one could've imagined coming from him. The fact that he was here sucked, yeah, but that was all it was right now. Nothing actually happened to get angry over, now that he was able to really process things. It didn't seem... necessary. Just annoying and extra work. If there was going to be any response, there was just; ]

Damn flea.

[As he leaned over to read Celty's text. Getting out a cigarette, he stepped over to the front of the bike before kneeling down. Even if he had a part time job for the shortest of times at a garage, he really didn't know much about the black bike in the first place. Just that it was Celty's and connected to whatever she was. Tapping the top of it, all Shizuo could offer was a shrug before standing proper again. What to do... What could be done?]

You try asking the company or something?

[ it might be a little rude to just... er, ignore Izaya, but Celty's kind of at the point that she doesn't really notice she even does it. there's something odd about Shizuo, and although she can't put a shadowy finger on it just yet, whatever it is is distracting enough, and his response agreeable enough, she goes with the flow. another message is typed and displayed pretty quickly, her noticeably chilling out in the meanwhile. ]

The company...? Eh, no, I haven't.

You think they could fix it?

[ it probably takes him a little longer than it should to realize he's being ignored. he has a good reason for it though. it consists of staring pointedly at Shizuo with something between irritation and confusion, the latter vague enough to display itself in a narrowing of his eyes as if the sun was in them.

that's all he has to say?!

he steps a few paces away as Shizuo and Celty interact, eyebrows knit together as he thinks. there are plenty of things he could do to annoy him in some kind of retaliation, but there can't be any doubt that he'll turn their attention his way.

forcing his way between them, his aim is to kick the black bike right over in a crash. sorry, Courier. if he connects, he's not sticking too close to the scene, and is instead quickly backing away. ]

Don't tell me you've lost your fire, Shizu-chan. Losing the one thing that keeps you passably entertaining can't bode well for you.

[ if it wasn't any fun to play with him, Izaya might as well take him out. he raises his knife. ]

I'm expecting a worthwhile welcome.

[It's more and more noticeable the longer he's around. While it's definitely Shizuo, down to the clothes, glasses and bleached hair, his mellowness just ends up being more apparent. Which will show itself in just a few seconds.]

They should, right? Or at lea-

[It was the crash from the kick that cut him off. Just looking over with that cool glare at the informant. Not out of anger or annoyance, but because Izaya did something that was wrong. He doesn't even trigger into a rage at the knife being out and raised. ~~The routine is broken. The glitch has escaped.~~]

Hey. How many times have I said to stop calling me that?

[Taking a final drag of the cigarette, he- wait for it. Waaait.]

You can't complain about what happens, right? Even if I kill you.

[He... doesn't actually wreck and stomp on the stick though. It gets put into the extinguishing chamber to be saved for later.]

I'm not really in the mood for violence, though.

[Then again, he never is. Violence usually just happens.]

[ Celty, for her part, still doesn't really get the chance to completely figure out what's new about Shizuo. she doesn't really get the chance to do or figure much of anything, to be true. because soon enough--

BAM!

--the harsh sound of her beloved ride smashing into the rough ground is the sole concern of her thoughts. especially once said fall sends a piece of it flying, too.

it might be somewhat comical to anyone watching, the way the Black Rider holds her helmet, arches back in horror as if screaming, and flails her arms in panic. she drops beside her motorcycle in an instant-- shaking, checking things over, definitely not paying attention to these two bozos shizuo kill him please!!!!! ]

[ just what is going on here? he'd be lying if he said he wasn't bothered. still, he's certain there's an explanation lurking somewhere beneath this change. it's just a matter of finding it. hell, he hated being confused. he's an info broker, right? being out of the loop, totally clueless—that was the opposite of his shtick. leave it to Shizu-chan to throw a wrench into his expectations. in the meantime, Izaya was happy to take out his confusion on both of them.

he'd been waiting for Shizuo to strike, to hunt him down, and he doesn't so much as step closer. what's he going to have to do here? don't get him wrong—this would normally be the part where he ditched this popsicle stand. but here he is in a city where sending this monster raging would benefit him and he can't even get him to growl. ]

What a bore.

[ the annoyance on his face short-lived (but definitely there, so take it in), Izaya's knife hand lowers. casually, he rolls a shoulder, blinks slowly and with no further delay, turns his back to Shizuo to watch the Black Rider grappling desperately at her fallen motorbike. ]

Ah. Sorry. I must have missed. But what's the point in getting so worked up over a broken bike?

[He was already ready to do what was necessary in response to the bike getting kicked over. It was why the cigarette had been put away, despite the apprehension to actually do anything violent. ~~Why should he do something he doesn't like, right?~~ But it was messing with someone he knew, and now that someone was upset.

Really upset. Which really made him really irritated at what the flea had done.]

Really... Who said you had the right to do that?

[Who cared if Izaya had his back to him? Kicking someone's stuff made it all right to get kicked back, right? Which is why he's just gonna casually walk over to give a kick towards Izaya's back. Though he doesn't stay just in that spot; it was like a drive-by kick in that he's going over to help Celty with getting the bike standing again.]

[ "what's the point"? "what's the point"?! he knows what this bike is and what it means to her and he's still going to go and say something like that? the absurdity of the statement is what catches her mid-pat during a comforting caress to Shooter's former carcass (what would it become if it kept having parts of it destroyed? :( ), and Celty whips around with an accusatory mention of: ]

You bastard! You meant to do that and you know it!

[ ... which would be all fine and dandy and probably readable and stuff if Shizuo hadn't just... tried to attack Sir Bastard at the moment. ah, m-maybe it's best to stay put down here, at second thought... ]

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izaya's tag after this?

yes hello

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sorry for the wait! also izaya gets 50 points for mental trauma!!!

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And another 10, because Shizu's annoyed by seeing Celty upset

bros b4... izaya...