cogitationbox | CALL ME OUT: SHIZU-CHAN EDITION

[Her reply was delayed by the time it took to verify that the distant red and blue light bleeding into the edge of her vision were neither affixed to a vehicle in pursuit or synchronized to an encroaching siren. No, just neon. She withdrew her phone to respond, even though the pivotal twitch in her helmet required to make this assessment seemed to serve as a pretty apt answer to his question.]

They're certainly diverting a lot of the station's resources towards relatively benign traffic offenses, wouldn't you say?

[She darts the phone back to make an addendum before he had a prayer of a chance to finish even a speed-read of her message.]

Doesn't hurt to be cautious, you know.

Edited 2013-04-08 02:52 (UTC)

Yeah, yeah. I hear you.

[Actually what he hears is "I'M PRETTY PARANOID ABOUT THEM, SO I'M JUST COVERING MY BASES." Boils down to the same thing essentially]

So what'd you need to ask me about?

[Celty swivels her phone in her palm to start typing out the matter at hand. A lengthy question regarding her pending delivery job, the mark of which was a frequent recipient of Shizuo's on-the-job attention by way of impromptu blunt objects. Knowing Shizuo didn't get his job by exemplifying the patience of a saint, she tried to keep it brief and tried to ignore the further neon auras creeping into her field of vision.

Dammit. She tries to correct the typo without letting her backpedaling show through her body language. Pull yourself together, girl, they're not coming for you. You haven't even been driving for the last sixty seconds. You're being paranoid. But... God, that light is not letting up. And it's particularly potent... Is even Shizuo looking up? Up?! Why up? Why is the light coming from above? What's going on?

OK, she damn well deserves a peek to see what the hell is going on.]

[Actually, he was not looking up. He was busy staring at Celty's hands because she was typing shit that he was going to have to read and then he was getting frustrated because DAMN IT CELTY YOU NEVER TAKE THIS LONG WHAT IS EVEN???

It's about then that he notices the sudden, strange increase in bright colored lights and that's when he finally looks up. So, yes, even he was staring at the light now.

He tilts his head to the side.]

... That's different.

[Oh no. Oh no no no. This isn't a case of a little phobia taking control. Right? I mean, those sources of light are definitely objects. They're definitely airborne, which makes them flying. And their shape is certainly nothing which could be identified. Sort of like if someone filled a cotton candy centrifuge with blue glowstick goop and the results started levitating. So that leaves us with unidentified flying o—GOOD LORD.

So-called paranoia be damned, this was a genuine cause for alarm. Nay, alarm is for people who didn't have the foresight to be terrified of such things. This is time for panic. Yes, she has the leg up of getting to panic off the bat. She'll plot her I-told-you-so's later. Right now was time for evasive action.

In one swift but decidedly underwrought motion, she starts her motorcycle back up with her right hand while making a half-blind grab for Shizuo with her left hand. When she felt herself clutch a fistful of starched collar and bowtie, she yanked him towards the bike, ready to take off once he was on securely on the back.]

Edited 2013-04-08 04:01 (UTC)

[Things on Shizuo's to-do list:

1. Kill Izaya.
2. Work.
3. Kill Izaya.
4. Eat.
6. Kill Izaya.
7. More work.
8. Kill Izaya.

Not on Shizuo's to-do list:

1. Suddenly get grabbed by the collar and dragged around by a paranoid fairy.

You are lucky he likes you, Celty. So. Lucky.

Instead of flipping both her and her bike over like he was likely to do in most situations of this nature, he broke free of her grasp before they reached the bike.]

What the hell, Celty?

[Well. No good deed goes unpunished. You'll regret squandering that head start that could have been, Mr. Heiwajima.]

ALIENS. LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.

[That ought to convince him that his refusal to immediately hop on back and haul it the hell outta dodge leaving nothing but a trail of burnt rubber was a silly lapse of judgment they can both laugh about later. Surely he'll be on board now that she's cleared up that misunderstanding. Kickstand up aaaaaaaaand...]

[...

And that was supposed to convince him how?]

You're joking, right?

[Those lights do seem to be getting a bit closer though...]

[She looks at her PDA screen to reconfirm her message had displayed as intended. Indeed, autocorrect had not changed "aliens" to "innocuous shit that will neither dissect nor probe you", so damn it, Shizuo, it shouldn't take that convincing an argument to persuade you to run for your goddamn life!

...But given the circumstances, Celty wasn't exactly capable of putting one together, so she instead opted to just rev her engine until he correctly reassessed the situation.]

Rvvvvvvv.

Rvvvvvvv.

Rvvvvvvv.

Rvvvvvvv.

[...seriously?!]

RRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV.

[QED. Are you done stargazing yet?]

Edited 2013-04-09 05:27 (UTC)

[He rolls his eyes, hopping back on the bike.]

Alright, alright. Jeeze.

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