Walking where we want to

[knifedances]

WHO: Izaya | knifedances and...anyone else who's not so good at sticking to the rules/want to apprehend him?
WHAT: Snooping after curfew
WHERE: Around the Cave
WHEN: Sunday night, 15/04, around midnight
WARNINGS: Nothing much, but will update if that changes



Boredom and inertia were two things that had never sat well with him, and both of these words could be used to describe the state he was currently occupying. The busy work they had him doing at the library until he could 'resume' his position in the City was monotonous at best - though at least it provided him with ample opportunity to look up details on the history and folklore of this world, something it seemed prudent to accustom himself with if he was going to be staying here for a while...and that was certainly how it looked right now - and evenings spent entertaining himself with little more than reading were never going to sustain him for long.

Besides, he was never one to abide by the rules that society attempted to place on him, he'd spent his life living only by the precise specifications he'd devised for himself, and even if he was now being told the life he remembered was nothing more than a dream-induced fiction - something he wasn't prepared to buy into for a moment, though also something he intended to keep to himself for as long as there was risk involved with anything otherwise - he still had every intention of abiding by that internal set of values. He wasn't one to take unnecessary risks, sure, and he was well aware of the fact that he was likely to be caught out, but the guy had said he'd be let off with little more than a 'warning', and the risk - minimal as it was - seemed worth it when faced with yet another mind-numbingly dull night spent cooped up inside.

He wanted information, to engage in the human observation he enjoyed so much - and yet which was so limited right now, with so very few people around to observe - and maybe his nocturnal explorations would be brought to a halt within minutes of stepping outside, but at least it would have provided him with some minor form of distraction. It was better than nothing, at least. Besides, remaining unseen when he needed to was just one of his particular skills.

It was already late by the time he stepped outside, the strange stillness of the Cave which he so disliked seeming to have intensified with the late hour and enforced curfew. His movements were smooth and fluid as he stuck to the shadows, pleased with the small thrill of anticipation that even this small transgression was able to bring him.

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[knifedances]

A little boring perhaps, but at this stage in the game Izaya intended to do little more than continue with his 'human observations' (and as far as he knew, this guy was human, after all); he was an occasional instigator and catalyst of unpleasant events, certainly, but above all else he was an observer, someone who watched from the outside. He'd recently awoken to find himself in a strange new world with a strange new identity; any of the games he preferred to play, any of his 'hobbies' beyond watching other people, they'd all have to wait until he had gathered enough information to know exactly what he was playing with.

And so he just watched as the guy he was observing gave him a mocking little wave, lips still curled in a smile as he leaned against the closest wall and folded his arms over his chest. He intended to make no further move for the moment, preferring to see what this guy would do now, whether he'd simply ignore him and continue with whatever he was doing - planning an escape, perhaps? - or whether he'd go for option b, whatever that happened to entail.

[trickntreats]

Well, that was even more boring. Gabriel sighed emphatically, threw his arms up a little, and then raised his bowl to show there was something inside. And then he beckoned. Come on, join him already. Hard to talk when you're all the way over there, and he had food! (It was sweet food, even better.)

[knifedances]

Well, if you insist. He's always had something of a paranoid streak, one that had grown steadily sharper and keener following certain events that had recently occurred within his 'dream' life, and so there was a slight pause before he decided he may as well head on over; he was something of an expert in the art of escapology and besides, he was more than a little bored and curious. He'd half-hoped the guy he was currently observing might get it into his head to try sneaking past the guards and out into whatever lay beyond the mouth of the Cave, though as reckless and foolish as that plan would be he supposed there could still be time for it even if he did take up that silent offer. He personally disliked sweet food, but as things stood he remained unaware of what was being offered, and it was conversation more than sustenance that he craved right now, besides.

He waited until the guards were once again pre-occupied before slipping from the shadows of the alley's mouth, moving soundlessly across the short expanse between them before coming to a stop beside his fellow Sleeper, lips curled into a perfectly friendly smile.

[trickntreats]

Gabriel didn't let on, but he found it difficult to track the man through the darkness, and concealed any faint surprise at the other Sleeper appearing next to him. Instead he lifted his eyebrows deprecatingly and offered the bowl.

"Icing?" he asked innocently, speaking in a low voice which didn't carry. "I'd offer you popcorn, but that's kind of hard to get."

[knifedances]

Izaya responded with a raised brow of his own, lips still curled into the hint of an amused smile. When he spoke, his voice was equally low and quiet, with an ease that suggested he was well-accustomed to communicating in such hushed tones.

"You're eating a bowl of icing?" and he shook his head, "I'm not overly find of sweet things, as it happens, but I appreciate the offer nonetheless."

[trickntreats]

"Sure, why not? It's a change from the cardboard they're feeding us otherwise." Gabriel shrugged and grinned, pulling the bowl back to his chest, scooping out a bit more and shoving the spoon in his mouth. "More for me. So, what d'you think of our friends over there?" He nodded toward the exit and its guards.

[knifedances]

"Each to their own, I suppose," and he returned the other man's shrug with a fluid one of his own, settling back into the shadows in order to better observe the guards his companion had just indicated towards.

"I suppose that depends on how you mean it. As in, what I think of them as people, or how competent I think they'd be if it came to preventing someone from leaving, should they decide to risk it.

[trickntreats]

Gabriel considered that for a long moment, making absent smacking sounds as he ate--too quiet for the guards to hear, but enough to (potentially) annoy his new companion. It was half a test, half just because he could. "All of the above," he decided.

[knifedances]

Loud enough for him to hear, certainly, but Izaya was not the kind of person to become so easily irritated, not over something so slight as a noise. He took little notice, choosing only to answer the question, instead.

"I've only spoken directly to one of them, and he seemed a little hostile towards us so-called Sleepers, though eager enough to converse with me. As for their competence...I doubt they'd have been chosen for the job if they weren't capable, and the one I spoke with certainly seemed keen to put his katana to good use should anyone decide to make a transgression," he shrugged, then turned a little towards the other man, lips curled in a smile, "I suppose the only way to find out for sure would be for someone to test them."

[trickntreats]

Tough customer, hm? Good. Gabriel needed some tougher customers. His brothers were just so damned easy to annoy sometimes. And that Anselmo guy? Pfft.

"Good idea," Gabriel said brightly, and jabbed his fork at the other man. "I'll bet we can find some poor schmuck among the Sleepers to con into trying to walk out." Brit-man ... probably not. Maybe that alien guy from the show with the wormholes; he seemed naive enough to throw to the wolves.