(Last thing Izaya's seen was Ikebukuro from a rooftop as he awaits his destiny in the form of a blonde man in a bartender outfit. He might not come out of this alive, but he hopes much for the opposite to be true - Shizuo would be the one to fall once and for all, after twelve years of attempts and fights, slashes, vending machines thrown, Ikebukuro in chaos as the two wrecked the town as they sought to strike one another.

Which is the reason why to be in an office in broad daylight all of a sudden is very discouraging. Izaya is sure he can taste his heartbeat and he feels much like he truly had been in a fight with Shizuo, a headache that feels like someone cast a traffic sign right at his temples. His hand stretches for a surface to support his twig-ass body, when his eyes fall upon the papers his fingers brushed against.)

Apocalypse Disruption Initiative? Is this some type of joke...?

(Did someone drug him? Is he hallucinating? What? The? Fuck?)

Hey-- did you see a blonde monstrous man in a bartender outfit, can you point in his direction?

(So that Izaya can go on the opposite one. His plan is going to have to be reworked now. Superb. Hallucinating is no condition to fight in.)

(Interdimensional travel is not something Izaya is generally onboard with. There are unfinished businesses back home, and at the same time, does that truly matter? Here's a new day in a brand new place and there are forces that could very much sway his way when it comes to his hobbies.

Said hobbies are very simple: Izaya loves to see the myriad of human reactions, push them in all sorts of directions to see how they break or strengthen, to observe and love humanity as a whole, no matter how ugly or disgusting it proves to be. Every unpredictable reaction is a feast for the man who currently sits in an ADI room, making notes on his phone out of boredom -if there's no way to return home, he should resume activities and start gathering information on his fellow kidnapees soon enough.

He's sure he can find a way to enjoy this vacation from Tokyo while he works on his return - if that's truly what he decides to do at the end of the day.

Who knows! Not him.

That thought gets tossed to the back of his mind when the screeching and shattering reach his ears, Izaya nearly propelling himself to the window to see what was going on - and immediately noticing that the people on the street seem unimpressed, or unaware. Even some of the workers in the building, it feels like? With eyebrows frowned, he turns to you, his voice always a mix of mockery and charm to go along with an unwavering grin.)

Ah, did you get to see that? I think I'll go follow it.

(It'd be nice to have company. If shit hits the fan, he can leave them and make a run for it. Maybe watch from a high place as the souls consume the person who happens to be with him.

Of course, if that's a thing. Who knows? Not him. He loves that.)

(The greatest advantage of being a master of parkour is how easy it is to climb atop light posts, stairs, and monuments to see where the lights of the flames head.

Izaya descends from his elevated spot, falling on his feet and patting his hands before he motions with his head towards their general direction.)

A railyard, it looks like. Not very well kept, so I'd be careful if I were you. Is it eerie to you? I can go first if that's easier.

(Nevermind that his hand slipped into his pocket, where his switchblade is.)