#Convo:Isaac

[inthenameofnova]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Isaac’s Place With: Isaac @payloaddelivered

There were some parts of NOVA’s operation she found less than savoury but orders were orders and she would follow all through to the letter. Mr. Black deserved a prison cell but his actions had demonstrated significant technical ability. So, NOVA’s heads had chosen to capitalise upon them in a more clandestine manner to add another skill to their roster.

Hence, Jihl was outside of the man’s place, dressed in civilian clothes and her long hair tucked into a baseball cap, virtually unrecognisable really. When the other answered she stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, “We have work for you.” she said bluntly, closing the door behind her. 

[illusorybutterfly]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Docks With: Isaac @payloaddelivered​

Chou did not care for people sticking their noses into his business. As a rule he had enforcers such as Akihiro to deal with any kinds of pests but it seemed one had made a habit of stopping and scooping out his deliveries on more than one occasion. So, loathe as he was to risk revealing himself, it seemed he had little in the way of choice. He donned his ninja-yoroi and white mask decorated with minimalist red swirls to resemble a butterfly and waited atop his building to see if his visitor would return.

As his people moved about he spotted a dark figure sneak past and into the main building. He slipped inside himself and his powers began to work, a faint bell rang in the distance and a few butterflies drifted into the space as he moved, silent and unhurried towards the uninvited guest. “It is most rude to enter a person’s workplace without permission.” The voice itself was an illusion, coming out in a much lower pitch than his own soft voice. 

[soulofsundae]

All For What We Deserve || Egrid & Isaac

@isaac--lahey

Something was wrong.

Egrid stared over his shop counter to the semi-darkness of the street and just knew. Magic was both familiar and foreign to him but there was just... a charge? In the air this day that left even his ice-cool nerves touched. He’d closed the shop early and done nothing but sit behind his counter and stare into nothingness, it was getting him nowhere, and would continue to do just that.

With an uncharacteristic sigh he rose from his chair and double checked the front door was locked before cashing up and locking away the small profits from his merger-days work. Putting a hand to his lips, again to stem some energy he couldn’t place, he moved to lock his side door to the ally behind the shop and on impulse stick his head out first-

To spot a young man ferreting around in his dumpster.

The sight gave him pause, it was sad in a way, reminded him a little of his time after running away, perhaps he should put aside these strange feelings and offer the boy a- Wait... His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the features of the boy currently working through his rubbish, they matched a photograph Sophie had shown him not long ago.

Isaac Lahey, one of the Harvest Children.

One of the reasons this city was in such dire straits, one of the reasons he’d lost the family that should have been his... Was this why he’d felt so strange? It didn’t matter. A plan formed in his mind; it was time to take action, time for his patience to come to fruition. And time for both him and Mr. Lahey to have what they deserved.

Stepping into the he approached with a small smile and spoke in an almost eerily quiet voice. 

“Excuse me, perhaps I can offer you something a little appetising than yesterday’s throw-outs?”

[jaredxridgeston]

TEXT ✉️ ISAAC

@goldisaac

Jared: I can't get over the jacket you gave me. I love it so much. Jared: It's a great fit, wouldn't you agree? Jared: 📷 (attachment)

[oldpatrick-notnothing]

Blind-Isaac has started following you.

Patrick strolled along the sidewalk, hands in his pockets. Sam was off... Somewhere. And all of his other friends had plans with their significant other. Someone leaning against the wall, one of the old Highschool Football players he realized, tripped him, sending him stumbling slightly. Patrick fell against the man walking along, and blinked. "Oh, man. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" he stood up, offering his hand out. Glancing back, he glared at the person who tripped him. "Later, Nothing!" the other guy had said, before laughing and walking away.