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[othersdie]

[As they sometimes do, the network device turns on of its own accord. There's nothing interesting to see; Justin is hunched over a never-ending pile of paperwork, still trying to put the police force back in order in the only way he knows how.

A group of laughing officers comes into view. One of them--a rather pretty woman--breaks away to set a piece of paper on Justin's desk.]

We found the person responsible for the break-ins.

Thank you. Where is he?

Being held.

And the items reported as stolen?

Found those, too. We just need to get things back to their owners.

Good. Please keep me--

[The officer grabs Justin by his shirt collar and kisses him, effectively cutting off that particular sentence. The device only offers a view of the back of the female officer's head until she breaks away. Justin looks horrified; her expression isn't visible.]

...Updated. Please keep me updated, Johansen.

[The other officers are trying not to laugh. Johansen returns to them, blushing furiously.]

I--yes. I'll do that.

Thank you.

[As the officers retreat (one of them slapping Johansen on the back in a congratulatory fashion), Justin glances at the network device. Of course it would turn on. Thank you, City.

He reaches over to turn it off without comment.]


[ooc: Purple is an npc officer named Johansen, apparently. Action is welcome. Really.]

Comments

[uprouse]

Unless you're really interested in the alternative, let's stay with ideas from inside the City for now.

But, to get back to the point, you acknowledged an overwhelming feeling of dullness. Either you should be able to predict what's about to happen to you—or you've simply become too desensitised to the whole idea to feel anything about it anymore. In both cases, isn't the question of what to do next the logical one to answer?

[othersdie]

If you're going to engage me in needless philosophical conversations, it'd be polite to tell me your name.

I'm not omniscient. The future's as much a mystery to me as it is to anyone else insofar as the specifics go. The curses follow a pattern, but they're not perfectly predictable. As for what to do next... you might have noticed that our options are limited. I'm going to continue doing paperwork.

[It's woefully easy to read between the lines. Desensitized it is!]

[uprouse]

Philosophy? That was just a clarification about your particular state. Philosophy would be asking if what you're describing isn't despair.

[othersdie]

I'm sorry, but I still didn't get your name.

[uprouse]

That's all right—after all, it seems like you missed my question too!

[ really, where's the fun in reading quietly between lines by himself? ]

[othersdie]

I told you what I'm going to do.

[uprouse]

For all the foreseeable years in the future? I take it you're very good at your job.

[othersdie]

I didn't know you were interested in my long-term plans or my job security.

[uprouse]

I'm not looking for detail—but I tend to find that, as a general rule, people prefer to have specific goals in mind!

[othersdie]

Specific goals? Stay here until it's time for me to be dead again. There's not much choice.

1/2

[uprouse]

Eeeh... that's pretty realistic of you.

[uprouse]

Orihara Izaya. Or reversed, I suppose, if we're going by Western order.

[othersdie]

[No comment on his extremely realistic views.]

Do you go by Izaya?

[uprouse]

Both "Izaya" or "Orihara" are fine. I don't mind either way.

[othersdie]

Thank you.