@osamudazai - text

[nullificates]

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i'm looking for data on ability users in this place! no need to tell me what it is! just tell me - is it perfectly fine? help a detective build a case! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

Comments

[nullificates]

very

i could have answered you that

where are we meeting?

[immortalpoet]

choose a place

[nullificates]

station

[immortalpoet]

see you there

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[nullificates]

(dazai is hard to miss in general. tall, wavy brown hair, a twig in build, and the bandages that he wears covering all but his hands make for a character to be easily recognized. in here, as the sole person, it's impossible to not catch him.

as a figure approaches in the distance, dazai looks for the bottle as an identifier.)

[immortalpoet]

[If Dazai thinks he stands out like a sore thumb, bandages and all, he might get a surprise with who he's meeting. The man is scarred, tall and pale, with red eyes glowing faintly underneath his sullen gray hair - he practically looks like he could have walked out of a crypt, if not for the modern clothing, complete with striped blazer.]

[He's holding a wine bottle loosely in his hand, nodding as he steps forward. His voice is deep, raspy.]

...Danger-prone detective, there?

[Addressing his bandages.]

[nullificates]

Not exactly! Hello, mystery man!

(it hardly phases him, both the question or the appearance of the man. he does think he deserves a good nap, a spa, some soothing food, but all this is beyond him either way. he doesn't particularly care if he takes care of himself or not. as for the bandages, well. that's another story altogether.

tap tap next to where dazai's sitting. come join.)

[immortalpoet]

[(vergilius voice) what's "deserving" again]

...Name?

[He'll move to sit, but keep his distance between them either way, with a foot between them.]

[nullificates]

Same as my username. Osamu Dazai - but I prefer the latter.

(he wiggles his fingers for the bottle, the other arm stretching atop his head.)

[immortalpoet]

Dazai, huh.

[A pause, considering, before holding the bottle to him.]

Didn't bring any glasses. [Sorry, not sorry.] The name's Vergilius.

[nullificates]

That's fine, I'd find it very weird if you did!

(after all, this is no actual drinking venue.)

You sound rather irritated online, are you really or is that just how you talk?

[immortalpoet]

Cut the crap. What's your information?

[there's]

[your answer]

[nullificates]

Calm down, I'm not even sure I trust you enough yet. Go drink, tell me about yourself!

[immortalpoet]

What do you even need to know?

[nullificates]

Didn't you say it yourself that the culprit might as well be within us? How would you sniff that out yourself?

[immortalpoet]

Break someone's arm if they don't confess, probably.


[it's very hard to tell if he's joking]

[nullificates]

Oh, and if they continue not to!

[immortalpoet]

Threaten to break their neck and try to make good on that promise.

[STOP]