discedo | #005 [ACTION]

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#005 [ACTION]

[If anyone's out and about in Discedo, they might be treated to the somewhat eerie sight of Gin skulking about in his ever-present long black, crow-like trench coat and matching fedora. His hair isn't let loose today, gathered and hidden underneath his coat. He looks mildly less threatening today, in as much as a shady man constantly followed by ominously cawing birds can look nonthreatening, as he carried a lumpy bundle of cloth (on closer inspection, it might be made up of a pair of shirts) that clattered and tinkled with a metallic sound as he walked. Judging by the place he emerged from, it can be assumed that the sound was caused by him lumping together so many tins of canned food into his makeshift bag.

He looks almost as unfriendly as ever, unsmiling and perpetually glaring, only every now and then, his glare falters and he reaches up to angrily knuckle his eyes.

Instead of heading back to Dissimulo as quickly as he normally did after acquiring what he needed, he milled about, walking aimlessly through the street.

Care to approach?]

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[ Having pushed the screen out of his window, Shizuo leans out with a cigarette, trying to beat down the cabin fever creeping up on him. He's bored, but he's calm... for not having a smoke in days, he's in a particularly good mood.

So when he spots someone meandering in the street below, Shizuo leans a little farther to get a good look. The guy looks like a vagabond, wandering around down there. If he was new, it'd be a bit troublesome... especially if some beasties came out to play. So the only logical thing is to yell down. ]

Oi, up here! [ He nods to the man and tilts his head a little. ] You're gonna get killed down there if you loiter too long. S'not for tourists.

Edited 2012-05-31 19:01 (UTC)

[Gin stops.] Didn't ask for your advice, brat. [Now, isn't that a familiarly irritable, deep voice?] I ain't no spring chicken.

[He lifts his head up to shoot Shizuo a glare that's sharp as a knife. After a moment, however, he recognizes him, although his expression hardly shifts.]

... [ It takes Shizuo a moment to calm down from being called a "brat", but he does recognize the voice.

Though it's hard to pinpoint. He plucks the cigarette out of his mouth. ] I've talked with you before. [ His statement sounds a bit hesitant, like he's unsure.

But he scowls right back at Gin, indignant he's receiving such hostility, tapping ash from his smoke. ] I wouldn't spit on a guy's warning.

Edited 2012-05-31 20:30 (UTC)

[God, don't wave that thing around in front of him. He's getting weak at the knees— well, that's actually caused by the pollen, but who's keeping track?

He'll mask the weakness by reaching out a hand to lean casually against the wall of the building.]

Smarter than you look. [He smirks.]

Been here a lot longer than you. No point in giving advice to someone who's been in the game longer than you have.

Any news on the chip.

[ Shizuo's standing there with his shirt wide open from the pollen giving him hot flashes, it's alright, Gin. They can be in misery together.

Raising a brow he taps the ash off the tip of his smoke, letting it take to the wind. ] Ah, that attitude, I definitely met you before... what was your name again... Gin-san, like the drink.

I didn't know who you were, stop nitpickin'. [ He snorts, holding up a hand. He disappears from the window and a couple of minutes later is shoving the door to the building open, slipping outside. ] Can't concentrate with you yellin' up at me. [ A smirk of his own around his cigarette. ]

The chip... well, I found a doctor to yank it outta me, but with all this weird shit happenin', that won't be for a bit. Fuck, it's hot out, why're you in a fuckin' trench coat?

[Yes, a club of misery.

He's certainly happy to see him (well, what he can see of him, what with his failing vision and all) when he comes to greet him at the door.]

It's not that hot, Heiwajima.

[Well, not more so than usual. He bites at his left hand's glove to tug it off before reaching out to place the back of his hand against his forehead to gauge his temperature. Hope you don't mind the sudden physical contact!]

Says you! It's like a hundred degrees out- [ Stiffening at the touch of Gin's hand, Shizuo lets it linger for a moment to let him find out himself that he's burning up. ]

Satisfied? I might be sick, best if you keep an arm's length. [ Then he pulls his face away, cheeks flushed, scowl in place. Puffing in irritation on his cigarette, he gives Gin a pointed look. ]

Why you wanderin' around anyway draggin' that bag around? You lost?

[He really misses the smell of cigarettes... anyway, he'll draw his hand back and pull the glove back on. One leg seemed to shake a bit.]

Not might; you are. You've got a pretty bad fever..

You should probably rest. A cold compress might help.

I'm not lost, I was just bringing ba— [The wobbly leg seemed to give out on its own and he fell into an awkward half-kneeling position before quickly standing back up again. He will resume like nothing happened.] ... back some things. I thought my legs were acting up because I haven't walked as much lately, but I think I just might be coming down with something as well.

Just my luck... [ Shizuo huffs and shoves a hand in his pocket, looking away just in time for Gin's leg to wobble. What a perceptive guy. ] Yeah, I'll go catch some z's later, though I- woah!

[ Flinching when Gin took a knee, he is stuck in an odd limbo between reaching out to grab the man and pulling back to allow him room. He finally decides to move forward in a motion to hold his acquaintance up. ]

Not might; you are. [ He mocks his words harmlessly, snorting. ] Come up and have a rest, I'm not gonna let you walk off like that.

[Gin's response is equally irritable, judging by the "hmph" that accompanied accepting Shizuo's help— he is rather grateful for it, underneath it all.]

Thanks for the offer, but you're sick. If I go up there, I'll probably catch whatever you have too, you know. Seems like our safest bet is staying indoors for the day. Separately, unless we want to swap potentially communicable illnesses.

I'll make my way home.

Tch, you wanna die? Stop bein' all difficult. [ If he had his chip out, this would be the moment he'd toss Gin over a shoulder, but he tightens his grip and huffs loudly. ]

I got an idea. We're on Latimir. Hospital's around the corner, they'll know what's up. That's smart and you damn well know it is. [ A beat. ] Ah, I'll tell ya what. [ Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a packet and taps a cigarette out. He's getting low, but his eyebrow's cocked as though it's a challenge; he knows you like them Gin. You hinted to it before. ]

Hold onto one of these for me. It's only a few blocks, don't be an idiot.

[Damnit, don't tempt him. He doesn't want or need a relapse after going through that whole ordeal when he first came here. Gin's throat tightens and it takes him a moment to switch his gaze from the offered cigarette to Shizuo's face. He gives him a steady glare.]

... no, it isn't. [The glare breaks and he sighs.] Think. The scientists are the ones running this joint and everything in it, including the Hospital. If this is their doing— and it most likely is— it's not going to last any shorter than they want it to. It's worthless. A waste of time.

[ He tucks the cigarette away. Fine, see if he cares, it's one more for him to ration later. The withdrawal will be... horrifying. He glares right back at him, panting quietly through his nose. ]

Look, I know someone who works there. What's it gonna hurt if we pop over to look for some kinda cure to this? [ Reaching up to wipe his forehead on the back of his sleeve, he lets go of Gin so he can look at him dead on. ]

You wanna make the trek back? Fine. You go for it. But in that state you're gonna be crow food. [ He gives a shaky sigh. He does give a shit; Gin helped him before, he's trying to repay a debt. ]

Yeah, well, I'm a shogun who doesn't do useless things. [Gin is trying to shut down the conversation, quite obviously.]

It can't hurt. [If you don't value your time.]

Fair enough; I've fed them all my life, so I can't think of a more suitable end. [He sees that Shizuo's troubled, but speaks lightly, almost casually. He might just be finding his reaction amusing.]

A shogun. [ Snorts! ] Yeah whatever, let's go then. And you're walkin' with your own strength. [ He shoves his hands in his pockets and points his face up, squinting at all the crows.

Wow, they really liked the guy. ] Looks like they think that's gonna be sooner rather than later. [ He starts walking off, only glancing back once to make sure Gin was following. ]

[He'll be walking right behind him, falling back not to follow, but to hide his awkward gait.]

Might be the case. [They do caw and follow rather closely.]

So what happened anyway? You get attacked by somethin'?

[ Shizuo grabs at his own arms and rubs them, body wracked with a lengthy shudder. Like men, though, he and Gin play off their ailments as nothing in particular. He pretends he's just crossing his arms. Foolproof. ]

Fuck the weather in this place changes quick. [ He buttons up his shirt, at least. ] Dissimallow the same? [ Haha, what are words. ]

Not sure. I thought it was the food at first. [He'll rub at his eyes while Shizuo's not looking.]

Dissimulo. You should've been here when it was sunny one day, stormy the next, and flooding the day after.

H-Huh. Poison food now? Thought th-they were tryin' to keep us around to study. Tch.

Dissiwhatever, same difference. [ He blinks though, turning his face to look back. ] Floods... the fuck're they tryin' to pull.

[ Getting irritated now, his eyebrow twitches. ] They're gonna kick a foot up their asses the second I find 'em.

Edited 2012-06-06 20:17 (UTC)

Relax. Almost everybody here eats the same thing... if it was botulism, more would be suffering of neurological symptoms. As it stands, the people I've crossed paths with seem to be suffering from too great a variety of symptoms.

It's something else. I... just don't know what. [He has to stop because his vision is failing again. Then, he resumes walking, maintaining the same tone of voice he had before.]

They have some kind of power over life and death. Don't think for a moment, even if we put some lead in their heads, that we'll be through with them so easily. You've got to keep your temper in check and plan thoroughly. To plan, we need info. Without that, you run the risk of angering them and securing yourself a very grim fate.

Yeah, I guess. Just. Being stuck here...! [ He looks at his hands before clasping them together, holding them up to his mouth to blow warm air over them. ] I'm fuckin' useless here, what am I supposed to do, nothing?

[ Hearing the footsteps stop, he turns and watches Gin, raising an eyebrow. His face falls, then, eyes narrowing. ] I haven't snapped yet here, don't tell me how to keep it under god damn control. I know that, it's not like I can help it sometimes. They can try whatever the fuck they want. Nothin's gonna keep me down long.

[ Reaching the park, Shizuo slows and waves at a bench a short distance off, not even sparing the man a glance as he tosses the butt of his cigarette, crushing it under his foot. ] You gonna fall over?

((Vodka is Gin's partner! He's short and stocky, a bit more gullible, inexperienced, and unsure of himself. He has a similarly rough and distinctive manner of speaking, like Shizuo! He's rather impulsive compared to Gin, who's a meticulous planner. So, Gin sees Vodka as a little brother of sorts!))

[Gin doesn't catch him looking when he stops, of course.]

Of course not. But praiseworthy as that spirit of yours is, it won't be enough; you should just try to learn all you can. That way, you might find the key to taking them down.

[His gaze follows the gesture towards the benches and he frowns slightly. He hesitates briefly, as if contemplating taking a rest, before turning sharply away.] Not likely. I'll carry on.

[If he's resting, it'll be somewhere he can stay.]

(( That sounds so adorable ihfnjskd. Gin, don't tell me you're a big softy on the inside! Hehehe. What are they both from? O: I always need new things to watch! * u* ))

Talkin' them down? You think they're just gonna bend to a few fancy words like botulism? I got an idea! I could write them an heartfelt letter, whaddaya think? I'll have them sobbin' and sendin' us back in no time flat. [ He waves a hand dismissively, kicking at some gravel with a weary, bitter sigh. It seems he's burnt out on his own rage.

He levels Gin a stern look, then raises his shoulders a little in a small shrug, turning back to the street. ] Suit yourself. If you topple over, I don't have the strength to carry you. [ He adds a secretly encouraging aside, though: ] Shouldn't be too far now.

((Heee, Gin's no softy! He's ruthless and even holds poor Vodka at gunpoint once! But, that same scene also ends with Gin being playful and it's adorable in the most jarring way. Gin's capable of affection... it's just very twisted.

They're both from the long-runner Detective Conan series! Yup, same show Discedo's shrunken detective is from. It's been running for about 18 years! This is because the series is largely episodic. Only about... 15-25% tops is actually plot-relevant episodes/chapters, so if you read/watch just those, it's not that heavy. xD

This also makes canon-reviewing easy for me because Black Organization/main-plot-related episodes come in VERY FAST-PACED bursts, with long droughts of random, episodic cases between them. Gin and the other Organization members therefore show up very few times! Like, once or twice a year in real-time.

The episodes listed on these pages are the only ones that are necessary to watch/read. ^_^

The current chapters of the manga, as well as the ones from around the 800th chapter mark from a while back, are also Black Organization-related (Gin, Vodka, and Vermouth are all in those~!), so that's fun! \o/))

You should have your ears checked, Heiwajima. I said take them down, not talk them down. [He's starting to wonder if Shizuo has a hearing problem or if he simply never went to school.]

Good to hear. [It really is relieving... his legs are wearing him down like they're weighed down by lead, even though he's slowly losing sensation in them.]

Tch, whatever. [ Shizuo does have a rather biased, selective hearing. He shrugs to hide a shudder and then rolls his shoulders back resolutely. ]

My comment still stands. The second I find out who did this, I'll make 'em return everyone. Your sorry ass included. Though I'm startin' to rethink that. [ The tone was dry, but quite obviously a hollow threat. ]

Shoulda brought a god damned jacket. [ He added in a grumble. ]

[action] efnawjkgjg better? sob... orz

[Action; I also managed to switch tense and style too. Okaaaay, today is weird.]

[Action; ifnhwgrtf what a pair we are. orz]

[Action; let's start a club~ the awkward tagging moments club!]

[Action; YES, WE WILL MAKE JACKETS. LOLLL.]

[Action; I'LL HAVE TO COME UP WITH A THEME SONG!]

[Action; I'm picturing something akin to Spider Man... * u* ]

[Action; I was thinking Batman, but maybe we can make a fusion!]

[Action; THE MOST INTENSE THEME SONG EVER. * A*]

[Action; YES! \o/ I wonder if we need lyrics?!]

[Action; We can throw some together!!! I'll beatbox. ]

[Action; NANANANananaNA awkward -- wait... uh, what was the name? ..... awkward~ ♪]

[Action; HAHAHAHAHA PERFECT, uiwfhaeuwhfjagewre.]

[Action; :D ]

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[Action; fff, what a dork. :3]

[Action; TELL ME ABOUT IT. At least Gin's there to correct him.]

[Action; yes! And he will continue to do so, because he's so Vodka-like. xD]

[Action; I need to figure out who this Vodka person is! *o*]

[Action; psh, illness! ... what we've got here is two stupid boys.]

[Action; HA HA TOO TRUE. It's the pride!!!]

[Action; their excessive pride will be their downfall, surely!]

[Action; Why can I see that happening......]

[Action; I need to figure out who this Vodka person is! o]