THIRD STOP (ACTION/VOICE)

[veeno]

[Sitting on something in the metropolis sector that reminded him of a bench but might actually have been something important and technological, Claire was sitting with the seal in his lap, chattering into it pleasantly about some of his recent happenings. Talk of ice cream socials, funny glasses, allegedly haunted houses among other topics of

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[notthatdog]

[ It took one minute for Pongo to settle Trunks' order, a copier machine, turn around to go drink some water to turn back to the delivery and see a guy sitting on it. ]

Ah!! [ He nearly tripped as he rushed over the copier. ] No, no! Dudebro! Don't sit there! It might break!

[ Look at his little D: face. He's D:'ing. ]

action!

[veeno]

Dudebro..? Ah! It's fragile?

[He bolts up off of it, then immediately checks it for damage]

action FOREVUH

[notthatdog]

[ He's thankful for Vino's quick response as he stands up. Pongo crouches near the package. ]

I dunno, actually. I just, deliver things. I don't make 'em. But I don't wanna jinx it, y'know?

[veeno]

Good idea! It's responsible, so sorry if I damaged anything, I'll help fix it if I did.

Voice! Gang filter??

[bombtoss]

Who just--- asks something like that!

Voice! Gang filter B-)

[veeno]

What's wrong with it? It's a pretty honest question!

forever

[bombtoss]

You can't just say "Hey, anyone here partake in organized crime"!

[veeno]

Why not? It's not like you have somebody to hide from here, right?

gang!filter

[hadsomefreetime]

Have you met Kitami?

gang!filter

[veeno]

Kitami... Nope, I haven't! What's that one like?

gang!filter

[hadsomefreetime]

[what's a good description of kitami...]

Strange.

[that's about right]

Violent. Terrible with people.

gang!filter

[veeno]

Ah?

[That didn't sound like a nice guy. It vaguely brought a picture of his foster brother Berga, but something sounded cruder about it, like this guy was genuinely rotten.]

What gang's he with and- what about you, for that matter?

voice; private

[valhallicity]

[ when Izaya first heard Claire's voice through the seal, a wave of panic hit him undeniably hard. it wasn't like he hadn't been hearing that voice in his head since he last saw him, so hearing it now was kind of like confirming the reality that he was still here and he was still in incessant danger.

he listened to everything he said, painfully taking note of each word, despite the complete normalcy of everything he had to say. he scribbled down a few words in his journal as he listened -- who is the real Claire Stanfield? -- and contemplated whether or not he should even respond. there was a certain fear involved in even that much, because once he was too far in, he couldn't so easily return to where he came from. ]

I don't understand why you're asking about that, frankly, but for the record, I'm doing much better. Smell food?-- [ huh. what a thing to be worried about in the list of things one might be concerned with. ] ah, I suppose that's slightly obstructed, yes, but it's not too troublesome.

[ he holds back the urge to suggest

voice; private

[veeno]

Ahh, that's good to hear!

[Claire was glad to see he was recovering quickly. In his mind he entertained the idea of what it might be like to have such a physically resilient victim at his disposal for so long.]

Anyway, I know you were thinking it, so thanks for not saying it. Besides, a lot of my friends were in gangs, so what an easy way to find any that might be here, you know?

voice; private

[valhallicity]

[ that thought occurred to him (are you doing better? can we do that again?), a little bit disturbing. and he was pinged again to feel that Claire read minds once again, hesitating before speaking in the stupor that he had understood what had just passed through his mind. ]

Ah . . . yeah. Sure. Well, in that case, wouldn't it be easier to ask if anyone you know is here instead? You wouldn't want to make yourself out to be a disreputable character. [ he taps his pen against the pad. ] Would you?

voice; private

[veeno]

People can say whatever they want, I'm just me and my thoughts are the only ones I'm really concerned with. Ah-!

[He thinks he hears something, but isn't sure. Either way, it reminds him of the men at the Daily Days, so he rounds a corner and settles his seal down pleasantly. 'Would you?' Ah, yeah! He could see Izaya doing something like that!]

You interviewing me or somethin'? Go ahead- I'll answer anything honestly!

u-unknowingly on the gang!filter

[assassinmvp]

Mmm, I'm not sure. This seems like a pretty nice town, I can't see there being a lot of gangs here.

:o o:

[veeno]

[Oh? If he heard that one...]

Of course! It's just handy to know who's working where, so as not to step on any toes you haven't been paid to, right?

Re: :o o:

[assassinmvp]

Hahaha! Why would you be paid to do something like that?

[veeno]

Ya know, I got no idea. People are such weirdos, sometimes. So, hey-

Which group are you in? My name's Claire, I'm lookin' for a couple friends of mine.