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[April 24] [Durarara!!/Fullmetal Alchemist] How You Play the Game
Title: How You Play the Game
Day/Theme: April 24, 2011 "of different disciplines"
Series: Crossover: Durarara!! x Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Orihaya Izaya & Solf J. Kimblee, (Shiki)
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Related to/same 'verse as, but not directly tied to I'll Be the Lead, You Be My Costar. Obvious self-indulgence is obvious.
"I don't think Mr. Shiki is going to be very happy with you, Kim-tan." Izaya spun around in his black computer chair to face the renegade newest member of the Awakusukai as Namie let him into the office.
Was the new nickname a good sign or a bad one? Kimblee doffed his hat to Namie, who gave him a cursory nod before going back to whatever it was she was working on, and carried on down the steps to join his current partner in crime (Izaya didn't think of it that way, but Kimblee couldn't help but see it that way since Mr. Shiki had instructed them to work together on several projects). "And why is that? What have I done wrong?"
"Your style's making trouble for you again, Kim-tan," Izaya picked up his cellphone and flipped to a grainy photograph. Despite the blur of the cellphone strap caught in the corner, the picture clearly depicted a man in white with hands raised in front of an exploding back-alley storefront.
"I just came back from there," Kimblee frowned. He had noticed several people glancing nervously at him as he left the vicinity, but he'd had no idea he was being photographed in action. Perhaps it was bad to leave behind this kind of detailed record of his actions, but he couldn't help but think it looked cool. Suddenly he wished that some photographic journalist would've been allowed to snap a shot or two of him in Ishval.
"Yeah, I know. Half the neighborhood probably knows. If they didn't hit the internet to find out what the noise was, they just saw your picture posted online anyway." Izaya turned the screen of his computer around to face Kimblee. He scrolled down one page of a message board dedicated to local talk and urban legends. There was an entire string of photos of varied quality and content for the alchemist to see, along with questions and comments on the sightings of the "white noir bomber." As much as he enjoyed the attention (the infamy?), Kimblee knew that a threadful of chatter was different from one awkward picture. Izaya was right. Mr. Shiki would have some words for him when they met again this evening. This was a bad sort (or at least amount) of attention.
"Fortunately," Izaya stressed each syllable for emphasis, "I'm not like you, Kim-tan. I possess a entirely different skill set, so sit down and keep quiet while I hit the chatrooms to stir up some other news to cover your flashy ass."
"You shouldn't complain too much. You'll be having just as much fun as I did," Kimblee answered, moving to take a seat on the couch as Izaya turned all his equipment around to face the proper position and went back to work. Namie made eye contact with Kimblee and rolled her eyes in tacit agreement with his statement. Izaya loved to do this sort of thing. He wouldn't have it any other way.
Day/Theme: April 24, 2011 "of different disciplines"
Series: Crossover: Durarara!! x Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Orihaya Izaya & Solf J. Kimblee, (Shiki)
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Related to/same 'verse as, but not directly tied to I'll Be the Lead, You Be My Costar. Obvious self-indulgence is obvious.
"I don't think Mr. Shiki is going to be very happy with you, Kim-tan." Izaya spun around in his black computer chair to face the renegade newest member of the Awakusukai as Namie let him into the office.
Was the new nickname a good sign or a bad one? Kimblee doffed his hat to Namie, who gave him a cursory nod before going back to whatever it was she was working on, and carried on down the steps to join his current partner in crime (Izaya didn't think of it that way, but Kimblee couldn't help but see it that way since Mr. Shiki had instructed them to work together on several projects). "And why is that? What have I done wrong?"
"Your style's making trouble for you again, Kim-tan," Izaya picked up his cellphone and flipped to a grainy photograph. Despite the blur of the cellphone strap caught in the corner, the picture clearly depicted a man in white with hands raised in front of an exploding back-alley storefront.
"I just came back from there," Kimblee frowned. He had noticed several people glancing nervously at him as he left the vicinity, but he'd had no idea he was being photographed in action. Perhaps it was bad to leave behind this kind of detailed record of his actions, but he couldn't help but think it looked cool. Suddenly he wished that some photographic journalist would've been allowed to snap a shot or two of him in Ishval.
"Yeah, I know. Half the neighborhood probably knows. If they didn't hit the internet to find out what the noise was, they just saw your picture posted online anyway." Izaya turned the screen of his computer around to face Kimblee. He scrolled down one page of a message board dedicated to local talk and urban legends. There was an entire string of photos of varied quality and content for the alchemist to see, along with questions and comments on the sightings of the "white noir bomber." As much as he enjoyed the attention (the infamy?), Kimblee knew that a threadful of chatter was different from one awkward picture. Izaya was right. Mr. Shiki would have some words for him when they met again this evening. This was a bad sort (or at least amount) of attention.
"Fortunately," Izaya stressed each syllable for emphasis, "I'm not like you, Kim-tan. I possess a entirely different skill set, so sit down and keep quiet while I hit the chatrooms to stir up some other news to cover your flashy ass."
"You shouldn't complain too much. You'll be having just as much fun as I did," Kimblee answered, moving to take a seat on the couch as Izaya turned all his equipment around to face the proper position and went back to work. Namie made eye contact with Kimblee and rolled her eyes in tacit agreement with his statement. Izaya loved to do this sort of thing. He wouldn't have it any other way.