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Characters: Iceland (cashnotash ) and you.
Location: Around the Shopping District; near Death By Pastry or near the Northern Lights would work, too!
Rating: Should be G unless anyone's acting up.
Time: November 14; Lunchtime/afternoon-ish
Description: It's a boring Sunday and Iceland is going out for lunch. Hopefully something (or someone) interesting would alleviate the boredom.


[ It's just another day in Death City for Iceland. Morning comes, he skipped training because he still doesn't feel like it, he tried to avoid thinking anything that's related to his partner, he had breakfast with Alice, the usual. There's nothing of significance except that he felt bored, more so than usual. Perhaps it's because he's been trapped here for three months now, or perhaps it's because he doesn't really have anything to do ever since BREW decided to make him partnerless. Well, he doesn't really have anything to do either aside from going to class and work when Nura was still with him, but at least he could go on a mission anytime. He's been considering trying to resonate with someone else just for the sake of going on a mission and get out of the city for a while, but decided against it in the end (as usual). He's not ready to replace his lost partner yet, it's still too soon.

Well, you know what? Screw everything. It's Sunday, there's no work or class, and he's going out for lunch. Normally, he'd take Alice with him, but right now, he's in the mood for going solo. Even crushes are no exception when it comes to precious alone time. That's how he ended up strolling in the Shopping District, with either the Northern Lights or Death By Pastry in mind, secretly hoping that something interesting would happen. Or even someone, for that matter. ]


[[ooc; either action or prose works. please state the location in the subject line! tags will most likely come in the morning or WHEN I AM AWAKE because I need to sleep now, hnnnngh. ]]

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Brock gave the other man a friendly smile as they shook hands, not too deterred by the strange stare he was being given. "Nice to meet you, Iceland." Brock decided to stick to the easier of the two to pronounce, worried he'd offend the man by mispronouncing his other name.

"How about I shout you to a drink, to make up for almost hitting you with the door?" Brock asked as they dropped hands. "If you have time that is. Have you been in Shibusen for a while now?"

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[ Mispronouncing is a common occurrence. It's not like he expect people to pronounce it properly. After all, there are some things he couldn't pronounce properly. The joys of being a foreigner. Anyway, he's sort of glad Brock didn't ask him about his preference concerning names. ]

Nice to meet you too, Brock.

[ Pulled back his hand. ]

That sounds nice, but you don't have to do that. [ Doesn't want to be a burden, as always. ] Yeah, I've been here since September. How about you?

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Brock waved a hand. "Perhaps not, but I'd like to. Let's go inside." He opened the door for Iceland - this time being careful not to hit him with it.

Brock had to think. It had been around two months since he'd arrived. "I've been here for about the same amount of time," he surmised. "Feels like a lot longer, that's for sure. So, Iceland, are you a weapon or a meister?"

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Well, if you say so.

[ Shrugs and stepped in, then scanned the place for an empty table. There's probably some glances and acknowledging nod because really, who doesn't know him here. ]

Yeah, it feels a lot longer. But I guess that it's because I'm human now. [ Being ageless, he had a little twisted sense of time. ] Meister. You?

[ He found an empty table, near the corner, and began to make his way towards it, expecting Brock to follow him. ]