#v. fyodor; main; tag tbd.

[strayslost]

Fyodor, despite often being assumed to do so by others, doesn't literally know everything about everyone. This child - known by most as Q, has been a closely-guarded secret of the mafia for a long time, locked away and shut out of sight completely as if that would make them disappear. How typical of humanity... treating a child with such cruelty, and then justifying it to themselves through their own fear - they can't help but fall into sin again and again, while telling themselves they're still in the right.

Fyodor smiles to himself. There will be punishment for every crime in the end, and this is a kind that none of them will see coming. How amusing it'll be to watch...

"Excuse me. I seem to have found myself lost in a place I shouldn't be... I don't suppose you'd be willing to help me out...?"

@theircurse ( starter! )

[strayslost]

Sigma has never met Kyouka before, but... he knows of her.

Fyodor didn't tell him everything. But the fact that there's a member of the ADA who used to be part of the Port Mafia - an assassin - is something he's familiar with. An assassin, at such a young age... whenever Sigma thinks about it, his heart twists with an emotion he finds it difficult to identify.

Maybe he can relate to her, just a little. Sigma by now has worked for more criminal organizations than he can count, and he can't imagine that the Port Mafia saw Kyouka as anything other than a tool to use for their benefit, either. But... there's one difference between them.

Because now, in theory... Kyouka is free from all that...

It's actually her who notices him first- by the time he becomes aware of her presence, she's already looking at him, though Sigma doesn't know for how long she's been doing so. He feels strangely self-conscious under her gaze, but forces his voice to remain steady as he speaks.

"You're... Izumi-san, right...?"

@starsoath

[strayslost]

Sigma didn't know that his feelings on a person could change so wildly over the course of only ten or so minutes. Dazai is... almost impossible for him to comprehend.

He was so sure that the man only intended to use him, and truth be told, he still doesn't think he's entirely wrong in that assessment. Dazai is a wickedly clever man, one who knows how to make a chess piece out of everyone he meets, and certainly not someone Sigma should ever underestimate. But even so... why can't Sigma hate him?

Is it because Dazai saved his life? ...What a foolish reason. He only needed Sigma to save that agency of his, nothing more. But... Dazai nearly sacrificed his own life to do it. In the end, in spite of everything, he had something - someone, who he was willing to give up everything for, despite the fact that if he died he'd get nothing in return. Maybe that's why Sigma is so drawn to him. He wants to know more- about that kind of desire. Because Dazai isn't stupid - he's the smartest man Sigma knows, and yet he'd decided that trusting in others was worth it...

There's far more to thoughts than just that, but right now, Sigma's head is racing enough already. Most of all, though - when he looks at Dazai, he can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of shame. He wishes he didn't... he knows he might be being used again, fooled again, and yet- he can't help but hate that he let Dazai down.

"Dazai... why are you here...?"

@hopesprung ( starter for dazai! )

[strayslost]

"I see... one moment."

As Sigma goes to retrieve the yen for Kyouka, he wonders to himself once more just how he's found himself in this situation. It seems pretty par for the course for him, but even so, how does this sort of thing always happen to him...?

"Kyouka...san." After a moment, he holds out the money to her and speaks her name again. His nerves are starting to act up again... He hates it. Why does he care so much about the impression he leaves on a teenage girl?

Dazai had made the idea of joining the Detective Agency sound so easy. Now that he's here, Sigma's starting to get the impression that they're all a bunch of oddballs, but... that doesn't stop the ache in his heart - the desire to belong.

"Do you know who I am?" he asks, hesitantly. At the very least, maybe he'll be able to figure out what to say next, depending on her answer.

A little? Shouldn't a casino manager have more than a little money? Kyouka certainly would've assumed so, and her eyes narrowed at the disappointing response. But... what an adult considered a little most likely varied from a child's perception of such an amount—-so perhaps it didn't matter much. Gaze shifting back to the claw machine, she observed the positions of the plushies, calculated various probabilities, and settled on a safe amount.

"...three hundred yen," she answered as she looked back to him. Admittedly, she was curious about the so-called point he mentioned; she'd ask about it later, however, since the plushie was her highest priority—-and her chances of obtaining it were highest if she didn't distract herself with less important matters. "Probably."

Probably. As in, she may request more if that amount proved insufficient, but she should be able to make it in three more turns, if not two.