Well I'll be Greased and Fried! [OPEN]

[debauchewy]

WHO: Hisoka and You!
WHERE: Around Heropa
WHEN: Sunday night and Monday night, after the second "Killer Clown" murder.
WHAT: Possible confrontations by those stumbling upon or looking for 'someone' in particular~ Related to Hisoka's short killing spree event
WARNINGS: Violence, language, possible adult content/implications.

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[ Monday Night ]

Ah- so it's come to this.

Though he supposes it was bound to eventually- all these fights, potential fights, and no conclusions. No climaxes. Nothing to write home about nor mention as noteworthy later. It's been enticing through and through, his time here so far, with Revan, that blonde boy, Edward. Not to mention the conversations he's been fortunate enough to have here and there that only hint at something to come, at a possible interactions he can't wait to have occur. And how often he gets to be around Chrollo now- how easily he can watch him when their time together before was so rare, only when the vagarious leader summoned together his little band of sanguineous thieves. But now he can observe- wait, see him grow to something beautiful and impacting again. That and this place is thick with potential, with so many well-favored, experienced, able souls. Yes- bound to happen. He can't help but chuckle to himself as his heart starts to slow down but it's still a beat faster than it should be, still shoving up into his throat, his aura still seeping with bloodlust despite the life he took minutes ago.

A pointless life really. Someone- some man, who was it, no one. No one with real contiguity to them, no one of significance. A man that would be yet another drop into the ocean of gravestones, a few more dollars to a funeral home, a few flowers of grieving. But done and passed and over with. Though the blood is still spattered on the cardician hunter, that is very well significant enough, still thick between his fingers, still wet here and there, staining his card suit printed shirt and dripping from the card he's fiddling with in his right hand.

Not long ago at all, he's not sure if anyone saw, did it matter if they did? How he went at that man in some alley, some side street. Maybe his scream was heard, echoing out a death sound as his body was riddled with slashes, spraying something sweet and ruddy into the air and against the wet stone beneath him. It took no time at all though, satisfying, but not- enough. He left the body there- walked away from it with a sort of nonchalant air to him that suggested he had just something trivial and routine. Though humming as he rolled his eyes back, listening to that gurgle and choke of blood not at all sure whether to go down to stomach lungs. Left the man lifeless and went to sit on some bench a few blocks away.

And there Hisoka sits, trying to.
Calm down.
Breathe.

Trying to settle down this bloodlust that just won't go away. Some invisible vice crunching around his very being, suffocating him, compelling him. Though again- sated, to a degree. Feeling like he can think at least, not led by the knot in his gut making him yearn for more of something macabre. Sits with a street light not far away, still smelling of something sinister, eyes locked on that card flitting between fingers back and forth.


[ Sunday Night ]

He's been in Heropa a lot more lately. He decided it was better to get a little frisky here than where he """technically""" lived. It would make evading enchainment easier, continues to wonder how long he might scrape by with this freedom though. He's playing with fire and Hisoka knows it. These people are a lot more on edge about death here. But he's willing to make a gamble- has to. Needs to. He gets so excited after interactions with worthy imPorts- he can't function properly. Spends entire nights in frustratingly aroused privacy. Sitting, trying to calm himself, perhaps in a few ways besides that mindless staring into he sometimes indulges in to just lure away that power hungry need.

Tonight is like any other night out though.

Fortunately enough, his desire to wet his fingers is more controlled, and no longer is he blood spattered and breathing like a marathon runner after the tape was snapped.

"Ah- but I wonder..." He says to himself calmly as he walks along a barren street, purposefully avoiding the cracks between squares of sidewalk for no particular reason.
"Should i be so bad." A breath, smiling.
"Why wouldn't I be here, anywhere- but I wonder if..." -this all will get him- more attention. He hadn't thought of that as something. Not really. The second time he killed the thought occurred and only made him more eager. And then when people started to notice- come after him... Ah- maybe, more would. Hisoka's stomach curls and he feels a shiver going down his spine before he just-
stops.
Standing on the sidewalk, not moving, and just stares blankly infront of him.

Yes- yyesss, maybe someone- else, someone with fight in them with morals against what he's done will look to subdue him, and not just by locking him up in some cell. Ngh-- the thought has him tensing up as he stands there, in the dark, between streetlamps. Suddenly listening to everything around him, almost- hopefully. Frozen place.


[OOC: Feel free to ask me any questions about the other two murders your character might have found out- like if they did any research into them or if they examined that body Monday night before they follow after him/etc.]

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Monday Night

[khajidont]

[Keeping tabs on police radios without their explicit permission is, Jaime is sure, not entirely legal, but he figures that they'll forgive him. He hasn't got the superhearing to simply be able to hear crises as they happen, nor does he have any supernatural way of sensing danger, but he can at least see what fires need to be put out, or what thefts need to be solved by keeping a technological ear out.

These days, he's been hearing about something a little less mundane than simple thefts and natural disasters: murder. Killer clown is the phrase that's been tossed around, and it doesn't take too much to put two and two together. Either that Hisoka guy from the graveyard is finally making his move, or - and it says a lot about their current society that this is the case - there are two evil clowns running around.

Either way, the minute he hears about another murder, he heads out the door with a stammered excuse, and hits the skies not long thereafter. He visits the scene of the crime before doing anything else and listens to the cops chatter about that clown guy, and sees the body for himself.

He's seen bodies for himself before - seen them in this world, in fact, in the aftermath of the kidnappings - but he's far from used to it. TV fails to capture how a dead body looks, true, but it also fails to capture how it smells, how the atmosphere feels, thick and heavy knowing that a human being died - and for what?

Well, Jaime intends to find out. It doesn't take too long for him to find Hisoka (and god, he's still covered in blood), and Jaime lands in front of him, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Talk first, he tells himself. You always talk first and see if you can bring them in peacefully, no matter how awful their crime.]

So this is where the Killer Clown goes after a murder.

[Not a great hiding spot, but Hisoka's not hiding, is he?]

[debauchewy]

[Ah, naughty naughty. You really should watch what you do or they might label you 'vigilante' instead of 'hero'. Though, the prior sounds both more fun and easier. At least this way information is more readily available- especially since the government isn't exactly helping in that department.]

[Oh how quick the police force got to it. Though a loud enough scream and someone is bound to make a call. Not that Hisoka seems to mind, sitting so nearby. Not exactly worried about being caught.]

[Not exactly worried about- anything really. Just sitting, feeling this electric snap up and down his spine as he recollects himself after his little excursion. Surely didn't expect anyone to confront him so easily- especially in this state. But the gaze Jaime gets suggests he's anything but against the company, and he smiles, moving to lightly wipe a bead of blood from his chin.]

Ah- [And then the words hit and he frowns a little, cocking his head and focusing his gaze away from him.] What a crude title, my appearance here really does seem to alarm people. [There are heroes and what not running about, is his outfit really so ...'clownish'? Annoying.]

I guess the extra paint is a dead giveaway though. Heheheh.

[khajidont]

[God, Jaime wants to punch him. Needless to say, he's not laughing; instead, he remains still, arms still crossed across his chest as he looks upon Hisoka with disgust. When he speaks, his words are short and clipped, and while he may think that he's disguising his emotions, the way he's visibly holding himself back does the exact opposite.]

You've killed someone, Hisoka. We don't take that kind of thing lightly here.

[What will they do to him? Toss him in jail and let him play on his phone like they did to Lucifer? Not for the last time, Jaime wonders why they're not more severe on their imPort criminals, but that's a topic for another day.]

I'm giving you the chance to turn yourself in peacefully.

[debauchewy]

[And people say he looks silly. What is that outfit... But then- this boy seems- familiar. Even as covered as he is. And the way he stares at him. The way he looks like he's ready to pounce makes Hisoka's skin crawl, makes him wheeze. He feels a little weak looking up to him, unable to wipe the smile off his face.]

[Hhhooohh- That look. You look just about ready to come after me. Don't give me a chance, don't ever give me a chance if you're going to stare me down like that~]

And if I decline 'peacefully'?

[khajidont]

Then there's the not-so-peaceful option, but I don't think either of us want to go that route.

[He flicks his head up, motioning for Hisoka to rise to his feet.]

I'll even ask you nicely. Get up, and hold your hands out in front of you.

[All right, that's not as nice as he could be, but even Jaime doesn't have it in him to say please to a murderer.]

[debauchewy]

Ahh- no, let's go that route. [Eyes widening a little. He was trying to calm down, really. But then this masked fellow had to show up and look so- competent. It's got his blood racing again, has his stomach doing flips.]

[But for the most part- he looks collected. Even stands, staring him down with that insufferable smile staying slid over his lips.]

How would you detain me? It would be with-- a bit of help, wouldn't it? [Eyes looking over him, drinking him in.] We all have our tools though. Heh~ [Said as he flits out a few cards, holding them fanned in his right hand.]

[khajidont]

[Jaime shifts his stance before he's entirely aware that he's doing so, feet held shoulder-width apart to ground him, hands furling into fists before, finger by finger, he relaxes them. Despite having been a superhero for this long, Jaime hasn't had the opportunity to confront many true-blue murderers face to face, and certainly, by the time he begins fighting anyone, they've already been in the midst of trying to kill someone else - or, more often, trying to kill him.

Considering his reluctance to throw the first punch, it's probably fortunate for Jaime that he's very, very difficult to kill.]

Let me guess, [he says, voice wooden.] The cards are sharpened.

[debauchewy]

Oh, no. [Opens both his hands and cards suddenly appear from a hand, they sound like normal cards if he's listening as Hisoka throws them in a neat arc from one hand to the other.]

Agile hands, but ordinary cards, I can assure you. [Holding the deck in one hand now, he takes a card from the top of it and flits it up, showing him either side.] They couldn't harm a soul.

[khajidont]

Yeah, I'm not interested in magic tricks right now.

[Finally, Jaime makes a move, however small it may be. He lifts one hand and points his finger at Hisoka, and blue energy crackles from his fingers before he sends a long, thin stream of electricity directly towards the card, aiming to burn a hole right through it.]

[debauchewy]

[Lets it happens! And actually- drops the paper as it starts on fire. Yes- just an ordinary cards. The hole stars, turning black and curling in, darkening the ink on either side and quickly the ends catch as well, the entire card coiling at the edges and staying alit on the ground. Hisoka's brows raise and he leans back a little, setting that now free hand on his hip as he watches the card smolder.]

I suppose I should be lucky that was a joker- I'll still need to get another deck though- More importantly- [Glances up, a glint in his eye.] What was that?

[khajidont]

Exactly what it looked like.

[He's not about to go straight for the jugular, nor is he going to do any shapeshifting - not just yet, anyway - but it's clear that Hisoka's more interested in leaning back and watching the show than in anything else.

This time, he simply makes a grab for Hisoka's wrist, though he doubts that he'll succeed in apprehending him the first time; he seems to be many things, but incompetent isn't one of them. Still, he has to give it a shot before succumbing to duking it out here in the middle of a public street.]

[debauchewy]

[What will be surprising is that he indeed grabs his wrist. And if he's perceptive enough, he'll even notice how Hisoka lifted his hand into the grab for it to be snatched up sooner rather than later. A smile, looking from the join which isn't- at all like Jaime would've planned. Not at his wrist but- holding hands, palm to palm, and Hisoka chuckles as he weaves their fingers together.]

So soon? [Grins, giving a loose grip and rubbing his thumb against Jaime's hand.]

[khajidont]

[Just like that, Hisoka manages to break down that professional veneer Jaime was trying so hard to keep up. In hindsight, he'll look back and kick himself for managing to be rattled so easily, but in the moment, it's that skim of Hisoka's thumb across the side of his thumb that pushes him over the edge to disgust.

Oh god, he's creepy.]

Gyah! [Nope, nope, nope, that is not okay. As he yanks his hand away, he lashes out with his other one, pushing the heel of his hand against Hisoka's chest with what would be, for anyone else, bruising force.] Get off me, you creep!

Sunday night

[diociopath]

[Dio makes a point of going out every evening, even if he has nothing planned - being a NEET had it's appeal, but he was far more sociable these days. Ever since he'd spent those hundred years beneath the ocean with nothing but himself as company, he found he craved company far more than he did when he was human, even if not for the same reason the average person might.

But he's in between bars at this point. As welcome as people were to listen to him talk, which was the main appeal(to him) of social interaction in the first place, it was a fairly empty place. He hadn't the patience to wait for more people to show up and the ones who were there weren't especially interesting. He strolls through the street with little drive, no goal in mind, only to happen upon Hisoka.

And right now, the clown is standing in his way.

The middle of the sidewalk isn't a good place to stop, you know.

[It's said calmly - but he really would like the guy out of his way.]

You're in my way.

[debauchewy]

[He hadn't really expected the company, though if he had- there wouldn't be any preparing for it. No need to calm himself down, no desire to save face, act another way. The voice is heard and there's a sudden shift in his shoulders before he turns his head. Languid are his movements, eyes sullen, dark, as if sitting in pitch black moats decipherable as sockets in the night shadows. But the smile is unquestionable, there, and the way he slowly turns his upper body hints at the lack of or extremely exaggerated flexible spine. Twisting not all the way around, but enough that it doesn't- look quite right.]

And what's wrong with that? Dio. [Twitches a little, like a sudden chill when through him and that wasn't subtle enough to ignore.]

[He was fine, standing there alone. Trying to wrangle in that hungry urge that suddenly came upon him. But then- someone with some worth had to show up. And now there's really nothing else he'd like more than to test it.]

[diociopath]

It's inconveniencing me. I don't like to be inconvenienced.

[It's that simple - Dio's a real self-obsessed kinda guy. Hisoka may find his urge to attack building, but Dio doesn't even see him as another person right now. Just an obstacle that ought to get out of his way.]

[debauchewy]

Is the pursuit of something greater really something you can call an inconvenience? Come now- [Said with a brisk breath and a sudden twist to turn his body fully around. His speed is something, a blur, too fast to even see to most eyes, and he'll sudden appear closer, swiping his hand up in a diagonal fashion with what appears to be a playing card in his hand. Depending on if the quick attack hits or not- the card doesn't- feel like any normal playing card. With slice through something like flesh or cloth easily.]

[Hisoka can't really be sure- what this man is capable of- not entirely. But he feels like whatever it is will influence him. Will impact him so much he'll stop in his tracks. But he can't help the urge to come after him, to just- take a single swipe at least. See what it leads to if anything. Doesn't help that Dio's presence is just asking for it. And something about him- the air around him- it's like he can feel his heart beating- sense his blood beating, rushing, running all through the other man. Did- was that something to do with his powers as well? Would any of them rise to the occasion? get it]

[diociopath]

[It's fortunate for Dio he's fast as hell himself - but as always, he has no intention of fighting back. Without so much as a gesture, he activates his stand's ability as Hisoka's card is just inches away from making contact.

THE WORLD. Time is frozen.

Now he has two options here, either moving Hisoka with his stand or just walking around him...but if he walks around him while time is frozen, it'll be like he moved for someone else. Clearly not the appropriate way for an Emperor to behave. So rather than walk around him, Dio's stand manifests and places it's hands to Hisoka's waist, either side, and places him behind Dio, back to back.

And now, time resumes.

From Hisoka's perspective, it's like instantly moving a few feet ahead with no explanation. If he goes through with that card swipe, he'll just be swiping at mid-air, striking nothing.

Dio though...he doesn't move. Just stands there, posing like a jojo should.]

Muda, muda...for someone like you, attacking me is useless.

[debauchewy]

[The card swipes and he's- further forward. A pause, suddenly moving to stand in place and he goes quiet- mind clearing in his befuddlement. Perceptive though. He's- further than he was before. Did this man have the ability to instantly switch places with another? No- he's not... exactly where Dio was before- a little further...]

[He slowly glances around at him, setting a hand on his pocket. Stopped in his tracks... did he.]

[His eyes slim.]

Yes, useless. [A small sigh, lifting the card and with a quick flick of it, it disappears. Hisoka sighs, his eyes closing. Useless, and not because of whatever Dio did either. Because Dio isn't interested in a fight- at least not at this time. And Hisoka's never really been interested in 'the greatest offense is a good defense' types. Never winning, but- never losing? Boring.]

I doubt I'll ever be much entertained by you. But what you did has me quite... curious at least.

[diociopath]

An alarming number of people are curious about what I can do. It's only natural to be curious.

[After all, discovering a stand's ability is the best way to conquer it. It isn't something he wants to tell people about, so that it'll be all the harder for others to stand up to it.]

But I have no intention of telling anyone. Lately, my only interest has been in who I can do.

[Ba. Dum. Ts.]

[debauchewy]

[He's about to make comment on that, something about him feeling strong, interesting, that people would be drawn to him, to want to know. That it's a shame Dio doesn't want to fight. How he doesn't need him to tell him his powers either because Hisoka would much prefer to learn them for himself but-

what's said next kind of throws him off.]

[Mostly due to well- not expecting it. But then- they're all pulled from such different places, of course the possibility on someone being as hedonistic as himself should pop up. Someone- straight forward and he's- smiling before he realizes it himself.]

So you would tell me what you can do, and you won't show me what you can do- but you'll let me do you. [Said with a curling smile, with such amusement and he simply has to turn and look at him now. Just as powerful as before, seems like he's done- so much. And well-]

Consider this an offer then.

[Why not?]

[diociopath]

[Good man, Hisoka, good man. Despite the fact he seemed insistent on attacking Dio moments ago, the guy doesn't even think anything of it. No, this just saves him the trouble of going out and finding someone the usual way. Often he'd just rely on Dorian for this kind of get together, but with him in jail now, he had nobody to go to for it.

So when he turns around to face Hisoka again, he's looking far more interested than he was previously.]

Hoh? And there I was thinking I'd have no luck this evening.

[As if. It's really easy winning people over when you're this handsome, but y'know.]

Then...won't you come home with me, Hisoka?

[debauchewy]

[A fight's a fight, he likes anything that gets his rocks off, this is just- a more direct approach. And while he'd prefer this sort of thing to be prompted by a jab or two- he's not about to pass up the opportunity either. Dio is- from what little he's seen of him, and what his empathy is allowing him- full of power. Though ontop of that, secrets as well. But what a way to get closer to someone. It's usually not this easy.]

So it's common for you to go looking for a good time then? Guess we have something in common. Better be enough to make up for taking a fight away from me~

[He'll mirror that expression. Very interested. But first-]

Mmm- [Lifts a hand, reaching it out to him his palm up, hand almost beckoning in the way his fingers pose.] Just come here a moment first- [Lips curling up, just barely showing teeth and he yanks his arm up gently. Dio will feel a- tug. A rather strong tug. As if something stuck to his face and is yanking him in Hisoka's direction.]

[diociopath]

[The moment he feels a tug, he resists very briefly - if only because he isn't fond of being pulled around. It's a control thing.

But if that's what it's going to take, he'll do it. He takes steps forward to close the distance, but any time - if Hisoka does again - he tugs on Dio again to pull him closer, he'll resist again until he stops. That way he's totally doing this because he wants to, not because he's being forced to.

CONTROL THING.]

[debauchewy]

[No no, the resisting it cute. He'll tug again, smiling wider. It's a pretty ongoing thing and the more he resists the more it acts like an elastic, tugging him even more, using what force Dio is exerting to make whatever the hell is pulling him gain more, never actually pulling him away or 'breaking' what's pulling him.]