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maskormenacelogs2014-12-20 03:34 pm
debauchewy) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-12-20 03:34 pm
Legerdemain [OPEN]
WHO: Hisoka and OPEN
WHERE: Government Holding Facility
WHEN: December 1st - December 31st
WHAT: Visitors and fellow inmates chatting it up.
WARNINGS: None yet.
It's been an incredibly long time in this holding cell, in this- prison. Only three months and Hisoka can't handle being still for more than a few moments and his sleeping periods have shrunk smaller and smaller to naps of about two hours when they do happen. Even so- he's made to sleep, or well- lay there, in the dark, and those moments are the worst. He gets by by reading network conversations. Sometimes under blankets when hall patrols are happening, and he's only gotten caught once to which he lied himself out of and just said he checked the time upon waking up.
But for the most part- he's going a little mad. Especially now with Shade gone.
His cell neighbor, speaking to him was really what was getting him through the days, not that he'd admit it to himself. Hisoka was all for waiting but- being able to do things he wanted in the mean time helped. Years upon years he'd wait but only because he could best busy himself with other people and activities. Here it's just-
Jewelry, eating, "sleeping", wandering, re ha bilitation. And it's doing him in. Maybe that's why he- was starting to like Shade despite seeing none of his abilities or strengths. They spoke often in there, and the more they did, the more Hisoka was around someone generally just- enjoying speaking to him back and forth? It made it easier to stay cam and wait.
And then Shade left.
And now- if he doesn't busy himself he might accidentally snap a guards neck without- thinking about it. The bloodlust is there. He feels it in those long nights, waiting in the dark, his hands idle, knuckles white from how tight he keeps clenching them. He knows- he'd feel better if he could just- touch someone. Feel their blood beat under his fingers, their hot flesh against his, if he could just see a reaction in their face from his hands and a moment of taking everything from them. It- it wouldn't be nearly as good as a fight, or sex- but it'd make him feel less meaningless rotting away in here.
But he can't do that.
So instead.
Should a visitor come at any time throughout the month, or another inmate wander by- they will find Hisoka sitting amidst cards. Beginning of the month it won't be so impressive, but near a week into the month, and further on the castle of cards just- continues to grow and grow around him in his room. He supposes- he feels better doing it. Not that he's thinking while stacking. Infact, he's not thinking at all the entire time. Because thinking involves missing people, and needing things. Thinking involves wondering where Chrollo has been and why he hasn't visited despite saying he would do so. The same goes for Gon and his where abouts. Wondering about Jaime and what he's been up to and finding the thought mildly arousing only to once again work himself up and have no means of letting off the steam. And let's not even get started on that- Lunatic fellow he's been hearing so much about. So- no thoughts, no thinking, just cards.
So much of rehabilitation.
WHERE: Government Holding Facility
WHEN: December 1st - December 31st
WHAT: Visitors and fellow inmates chatting it up.
WARNINGS: None yet.
It's been an incredibly long time in this holding cell, in this- prison. Only three months and Hisoka can't handle being still for more than a few moments and his sleeping periods have shrunk smaller and smaller to naps of about two hours when they do happen. Even so- he's made to sleep, or well- lay there, in the dark, and those moments are the worst. He gets by by reading network conversations. Sometimes under blankets when hall patrols are happening, and he's only gotten caught once to which he lied himself out of and just said he checked the time upon waking up.
But for the most part- he's going a little mad. Especially now with Shade gone.
His cell neighbor, speaking to him was really what was getting him through the days, not that he'd admit it to himself. Hisoka was all for waiting but- being able to do things he wanted in the mean time helped. Years upon years he'd wait but only because he could best busy himself with other people and activities. Here it's just-
Jewelry, eating, "sleeping", wandering, re ha bilitation. And it's doing him in. Maybe that's why he- was starting to like Shade despite seeing none of his abilities or strengths. They spoke often in there, and the more they did, the more Hisoka was around someone generally just- enjoying speaking to him back and forth? It made it easier to stay cam and wait.
And then Shade left.
And now- if he doesn't busy himself he might accidentally snap a guards neck without- thinking about it. The bloodlust is there. He feels it in those long nights, waiting in the dark, his hands idle, knuckles white from how tight he keeps clenching them. He knows- he'd feel better if he could just- touch someone. Feel their blood beat under his fingers, their hot flesh against his, if he could just see a reaction in their face from his hands and a moment of taking everything from them. It- it wouldn't be nearly as good as a fight, or sex- but it'd make him feel less meaningless rotting away in here.
But he can't do that.
So instead.
Should a visitor come at any time throughout the month, or another inmate wander by- they will find Hisoka sitting amidst cards. Beginning of the month it won't be so impressive, but near a week into the month, and further on the castle of cards just- continues to grow and grow around him in his room. He supposes- he feels better doing it. Not that he's thinking while stacking. Infact, he's not thinking at all the entire time. Because thinking involves missing people, and needing things. Thinking involves wondering where Chrollo has been and why he hasn't visited despite saying he would do so. The same goes for Gon and his where abouts. Wondering about Jaime and what he's been up to and finding the thought mildly arousing only to once again work himself up and have no means of letting off the steam. And let's not even get started on that- Lunatic fellow he's been hearing so much about. So- no thoughts, no thinking, just cards.
So much of rehabilitation.
Shit
A smile curls over his lips, not that Chrollo will see it, Hisoka is laying on his back in his cell, the light bright, glaring, they turned it on not long ago but he just stayed there, was allowed to lay there, what else did he have to do.
"You said you'd visit." He responds quietly, under his breath mostly, staying laid back on his cot amidst his delicate fortress of cards. Chrollo won't see much BUT those cards. Hisoka's legs, up his stomach a little, but laying back he won't see his face, how faded his hair is.
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How long did it take? How bored must he have been? Hisoka is an active person, after all - Chrollo can only imagine how he must feel, locked in a cage? He must have been maddened, at first, and now... subdued? He seems half-asleep, which may account for it, but even so, the atmosphere seems... strange. Different. And that leg is a little too thin.
"Did I?" He's sure he didn't. After all, he just arrived. But of course, he isn't confused. Research reveals a great many things - the presence of "friends" and foes alike. The presence of oneself. Yes, he saw his own face staring back at him, talking in the way he talks, making that same expression - the one he uses to cover his face. What a strange sensation, like watching yourself in a dream. "It's not like me to forget something like that."
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"You..." A slight breath, sitting up. His body shivers for a moment before he lifts his chin higher and looks- up, seeing half of someone familiar.
Did Killua lie? No. What reason would he have to? He doubts he did considering he normally lies with purpose. If not that then- "You're back." Said and his voice is- weak. Slight lift to his tone, surprise. His eyes widening slightly, no smile on his face, just staring. He can't help it, isn't it- supposed to be rare, people showing up here? And so quickly.
He's weak though. Weak enough to show more honest emotion than usual on his oddly sunken face. Months, a single month would've already been too much for him, a week even. But four. Hisoka's more worn away than he'd ever like to be, ever want to be seen as. Thinner than usual, giving a new definition to pale. And the almost- feral way he hands his head and glares through his hair suggests a hunger that's eaten away at his insides. Active doesn't even cut it.
He'll smile finally. Forget- then. He doesn't remember anything from being here? Does it matter? No.
"Happy New Year~"
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The simplest parts are obvious, public record, even: Hisoka had been arrested... what was the date on that? four months ago. Hisoka had fallen into bloodlust and killed, and so he was sent here for "rehabilitation." The first month would have been bad, of course, but at that time Chrollo's other self had been present at that time, and must have come to see him - you said you'd visit. Others may have as well. That, at least, would keep the time moving. But people drift off over weeks and months, and inside the cell, minutes would feel like hours, and then days, and then weeks. Confinement is always toxic, even to those who need it most in the eyes of society. Sometimes, in fact, to them more than others.
So now it's been four months. Time must feel endless - must have come to feel endless. That's where public record ends and perception begins. He knows Hisoka's face - always angular, sharp at the edges, but never as much as this. He knows the bright shock of Hisoka's hair, currently dull, showing roots (oh - that must be his real color, then). He knows Hisoka's voice - its confidence, its rich tone, now breaking down. Everything about him, grown dull, grown pale, starving from the inside out. The hunger... evident inside those eyes.
That stare, that at least is not dull.
...it's a little satisfying, if he's honest with himself. Even so, this isn't time to luxuriate in the edicts of karma.
Chrollo smiles a little, cold around the edges but pleasant nonetheless. "Happy New Year. Here's to new starts."
And what an interesting one this is.
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Red yes- his real colour. Almost funny that he's normally red haired and yet he dyes it a different type of red often, hm?
"New starts- yes." Lips peeling. "Infact, you've just made it for one of mine, how lucky for you- Chrollo--" The word escapes with a long breath, his shoulders shaking just barely as a shudder runs down his spine. Hisoka's lids low, starting at Chrollo's face, down his neck, his chest, down, and up. Drinking him in. Yes. Same person, same age too it looks like. Though he wonders what he remembers from home then- it'll be fresh. COuld he be after he got his Nen then? Or even- after he removed that Nen beast from his shoulder? Is he at full power now?
The hand on his hip tightens, where there are usually long nails, now filed down, he grips into the rough fabric of his pants, latching onto his own him. Won't make a move to show it, but Chrollo might notice the tension in his hand.
He was fine before, when Chrollo was here. For the most part anyway- to along their fight to wait. With Chrollo suggesting how- perfect he could become with the right abilities taken and placed in that book- well... It was a fetching offer. But now, after nothing for so long, after accepting the fact that Chrollo was gone and most likely wouldn't be back soon?
Fuck waiting.
Two days he'll be out and all he wants is to get his hands around his neck, see his eyes roll back, feel his wind pipe collapse. He'll gladly go back to jail for that fight... For that kill.
Maybe he's not thinking right now. He has a tendency not to. That hungry look though- it's worse. Infact Chrollo might be strongly alarmed at the complete LACK of aura Hisoka has right now considering that expression on his face. Unless Chrollo has studied enough to know how this holding cell works.
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Which brings him to this... situation. Hisoka's surging bloodlust - a nearly physical presence between them even through glass, even without Hisoka's power surging, too. How long will the imprisonment last? It can't be long, actually - it's been four months, give or take a few days, since his imprisonment began, and four months is supposedly the maximum period of punishment. Or rehabilitation, as the phrasing prefers.
There are a few ways he could handle it, really. He could simply indulge it. He'd been willing to at home, after all, and though he has respect enough for Hisoka's power and skill alike - enough that he's not willing to write off the possibility that he'd lose - he's also fairly sure the odds are in his favor. And it isn't as though he's ever feared the possibility of death, or even its near certainty. In this world, without his body, his legs - his family - his life means even less than it did before.
But... at the same time, it isn't as though he dislikes being alive. Why take the risk of dying if he doesn't need to? And Hisoka is, despite his... volatility... a useful person, a resourceful person. His strength alone would be worth winning over (at least for a time), but he has other things of worth as well: a sharp mind, infinite tenaciousness. That sticky aura and whatever it is that let him put a fake tattoo on his back. And there's something else that troubles Chrollo about this, as well. Something dull and insistent, tugging at the edges of his mind - tugging more insistently when he remembers that night outside the dirigible.
In sum, he'd rather not actually get into a deathmatch with the man, at least for now. Which makes indulging Hisoka's desires a low priority - a backup plan at best.
That leaves a few other options. He could simply refuse to fight. That might be effective. Hisoka wants a battle, after all, not a slaughter. And, technically, it might be justified - he had promised a duel if Hisoka managed to return his Nen to him, but as it happens, it was the Porter that removed that chain. But, while refusal might serve the purpose of putting their confrontation off, it wouldn't really do much for Chrollo - his pride, or his position. The best result he could expect is that Hisoka would choose to leave, wait for another chance, or lose interest entirely.
Not ideal.
So he leans forward a little, closer, watchingt the muscles, tendons stretched tight in Hisoka's hand.
"Would it be worth it?" Actually, he already knows the answer, at least for the moment. His task is changing the answer. His fingers press flat against the glass, and his voice is... very low. "You're not thinking. Is this how you want to us to finally come together? You weak from cell-sickness, neither of us understanding in full what this world has made of me? What it could make of me."
His expression stays friend, but his fingers press down. "Win or lose, you'll only have me once.
"Don't be impatient."
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Chrollo's quiet for a reasonable about of time. Hisoka suspects it could be a range of things. Judging his situation, his own situation. He probably just arrived within a few days so he doesn't doubt that Chrollo's been spending his time here learning everything he can, reading everything he can. So does Hisoka's situation confuse him at all? Or is he contemplating on what to do WITH this man. Even without his aura, Chrollo's smart, he knows how much Hisoka wishes for this fight, has waiting for it, worked for it. Than he sees it in him, that building tension behind his skin, in his chest? He he guessed how long he has left in here? How close this fight he'd want would be?
It's difficult for him to think deeply on it with where his mind is. Hisoka's never been good at self control and four months in a cell playing pretend and being good hasn't done well for it either. He's thinking more on his wants, on potentials, on how Chrollo's back and how funny it is.
His eyes dart to the fingers on the glass, watching the skin flatten, go lighter, finding the gesture to make his lips part, speed his breath a little.
"Hn-" A twitch, smiling suddenly, closing his eyes and tilting his head down. "Hn heh- hahaha--" A winded laugh, standing there with his hands going slack at his sides now, with a slight hunch in his back.
"Even if you revive here? I suppose it would really have to be good for me to want more, hm? You're no different from how you were before, stringing me along." Lifts his head up a little, eyes open, but slim.
"I-" Starts to speak again and it had a grittier, ravenous sound to it before he takes a breath and stops himself. Again his eyes close and he pulls in a deep breath, ducking his head down and pushing a hand up infront of his eyes, into his sagging bangs. "Ha-" The breath, a sigh, shakes from him slightly, and he moves, going to sit on the ground instead now, his other hand going to snarl into his shirt at his stomach, claw at himself through the cloth a little. A weak position maybe. But he's tired, and not used to being so tired. And bored, and not used to being so bored. It's wonder how he hasn't actually gone mad in here.
Impatient, right- but he's saying this for his own benefit Hisoka assumes. Wasn't he ready for the fight just before his announcement to lack of Nen. He wanted him there, is he like that now? He is- being a little impatient. He doesn't even know what this world made of Chrollo, not yet. Ah, and now he might not tell him, seeing how he showed him a few cards. Had Hisoka thought to control himself more, Chrollo might not've been so inclined to persuade him against a fight.
He looks up now, butterfly position as he sits, arms resting on his legs with his hand sunk into his lap at the middle. Tired again, restrained though. He forces himself to reel back. Has to anyway, that glass and all. No point in getting too excited when he still has a few days in here...
"And what has it made of you? What could it? You've been given your Nen again then? Or- merely that ability to take? Your first time here you mentioned being a clean slate, is it the same now?" Not that he expects the truth, but he might as well ask.
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At least until Hisoka got what he wanted. Assuming he ever did.
But right now... well, that's a special case. He wonders briefly if he'd made a misstep by coming here, but no - it would have been worse if he'd simply allowed Hisoka to discover his presence upon release. No time to acclimate himself to the idea. No time to calm down. Even contacting him via that network might be awkward, not to mention that Hisoka apparently can't use privacy settings for the moment.
No, this was the best choice. Of course, there can always be a distinction made between "best available" and "ideal." How far the gap is... well, that remains to be seen.
"Hmmm." Chrollo drops his hand back to his side, takes a deep breath. And to anyone watching, he looks slightly saddened, still hopeful, like someone visiting an ill relative, or... well. An imprisoned friend. "A question like that... The answer isn't very interesting, though." A lie. Still, he shakes his head a little. The videos, he thinks, the recordings. "Well, you should be free soon enough. How long will it be?" A few days at most, as near as he can figure.
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Right now he- is at a weaker state than usual. It's difficult for him to keep his needs in check, especially so close to his release date. Face to face though- he's enjoyed it, made him feel more important than a message would, and gave him a little something to look at too.
"Hmph." Smiles, closing his eyes and lays back- suddenly. So sudden that his house of cards shakes and a good amount of it collapses around him in a half circle from where he laid back suddenly in his seat. They drop in places and flutter down in others and he just listens to it for a moment before opening his eyes and tucking his hand behind his head, arms stretching up.
"The tenth is my release date." The smile wide again, staring up to the ceiling. "I'm even more excited for it too now." A pause, sitting up again suddenly, his arms in his lap like before a she looks up to him. "Has anyone else we know arrived that you're aware of?"
"And possibly, what you were last doing before you arrived here."
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Chrollo nearly laughs at the way Hisoka lies back - all those carefully situated playing cards falling to pieces in just an instant. It seems almost poetic - Hisoka's mental state and card palace both disrupted. It's still strange, too, seeing Hisoka so frayed. All people have their weaknesses, and all people break when pushed to their limits.... although Feitan would know the intricacies of that better than Chrollo. Even still.
Chrollo files this mental image away for future reference... but on the outside, he's all mild frowns and gentle stares.
"The tenth..." About what he'd figured. Honestly, what timing. Well, he's sure Hisoka can hold it together until then. He's done it so far, after all. Mostly. "Ahh, so close!" He smiles wide, "I'm glad you're looking forward to it. You weren't built for cages."
Really, no one was.
Chrollo looks over the scenery of that cell again - wonders if Hisoka will bother putting his palace back together before he departs.
"...well, anyway. I haven't seen anyone that we know from home just yet. Excepting those two boys, but I assume you know about them." He could demand information in return, a tit-for-tat. But why not begin with a showing of good faith? The questions are simple enough, after all. "As for me..." Reading. Sipping tea. Reading. Meditating. Practicing his physical skills. Reading. Sleeping. Reading...
He smiles, vaguely. Cold. "I was waiting for you."
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Hisoka lays back again, languidly lifting and arm and pulling it over his face, shadowing his eyes. It's true that this would be considered 'weakness' on this part. And to be honest, his tendency to get over excited would also count as one, all along side that confident of his. Being too self-assured doesn't always leave you on top after all. That- is how he ended up here.
"Hf--" A breath, puffing it through teeth and lips at that suddenly happy exclamation from the other man. He can's always tell when it's completely fake or- partially truth. Though he'll assume the later since Chrollo is very much just 'visiting a friend'. Smile pretty for the cameras- ah, you don't need him to tell you that.
"Hmm, there had been others. Alluka, that- girl, another sibling of Killua's and Illumi's, there was a man with white hair- Kite. And Ubogin was here for a time as well. Though now it's merely us."
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Chrollo had a perfectly coherent response preforming in his head even as Hisoka moved and hfed, and spoke. He was ruminating, himself, over the truth or falsity of his happy exclamation: mostly bullshit, in truth, be honest in some respects as well. Whatever was to come between himself and Hisoka - tenuous alliances, explosive violence, absolutely nothing? - the question would niggle at the back of his mind until Hisoka was freed and the possibilities resolved into a single reality. Mutable, yes, but solid nonetheless.
Some potentialities were promising, some disappointing - or just annoying - but all of them were still lingering, unrealized. What a pain.
If asked he may have even alluded to that - not in detail, of course, that kind of direct communication isn't really his "thing." But he may have said something about it, led the way to the proper conclusion, albeit indirectly.
All that if he'd been asked. Or even of Hisoka hadn't said. That. Name.
So yes, speaking of weaknesses. Chrollo's hands immediately tense into... claws more than fists. And he drops his head to obscure his expression - face unreadable, hidden in his hair. He's glad, for once, that he didn't brush it back.
The first thing that flits through his mind is That has to be a lie. It has to be. He'd read the communicators, watched the videos that he deemed relevant, listened to the appropriate audio messages. He'd looked through the papers, watched archived video. He'd looked -- for others he knew, for others of use, and mostly he'd looked for them. Any of them. All of them. And he hadn't known what to do if he found them. He's still not certain whether that chain is gone or simply neutralized. And if it is neutralized alone, then to what extent? Can he communicate with them, now? He has no idea, but the question of whether to try had never been raised because he had determined, to a certainty, that they were not here. Not one of them. He was alone.
He had looked back. He had checked, he had--
His eyes are stinging, and it's the most absurd thing, really, because he knows it has to be a lie. But weaknesses... yes. There's that space cut through his armor - the easiest way to shove a dagger into his heart. Had he missed something? Had he missed... of all the people to...
His hand goes to his face, and he presses his fingers against the bridge of his nose. Eyes stinging, yes, but so far still... controlled. The last thing he wants is to let Hisoka see something like that. Anyone else, yes - even strangers. But not him.
So, draw a deep breath, pull it back in. He can hit something later.
"What a shame," he says, and his voice is strangely soft. He wants to say that isn't funny - to tell Hisoka to watch his barbed tongue lest it be torn out. But he'd probably like that. So when Chrollo raises his head again, the only strain aparent lies in the tension around his eyes. "Well, I should go! As nice as it is to see you again, prisons are just so unnerving!"
Not really, but right now he wants you to rot a little.
Ah well. He'll get over it.
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Can we rewind for a little bit there? Had his comment brought Chrollo near tears? The moment was just that, a moment, a drop in the pool that was this visit but it stretched far beyond even the 4 months he's been stuck here. In a moment he was stuck on him. He had even forgotten to take in a breath once he saw that face twist into something not completely fake, only for it to be covered right after. He knew he felt for the troupe, yes- but Chrollo had done so well presenting himself to the group when everything had happened. Not a hair out of place, not a twitch. Everything done professionally even if the group was a club, a hobby more than anything else.
But his little joke struck Chrollo like a fist to the gut, a fist Hisoka's never gotten to throw until- just then.
So his eyes are on him, they go dry, unblinking, wider than usual and he slowly sits up. Staring with this strange delight teeming in his chest. Delight mixed with- something else. Ah- perhaps he would've rathered anger. Is he- feeling slightly disappointed to see that weakness? It's certainly not him feeling- bad but. The delight he felt grows sour much faster that he's used to and the tension in his spine dissipates.
Sitting up further, he'll look him over and- loses his smile slightly, puckering his lips and licking them before he speaks again.
"Mmm~ Don't be so dramatic." Because he knows you know he lied. "Better than missing him, isn't it?" A slight smile, bowing his head and huffing out a slight laugh, though it feels oddly toxic in his mouth. "He can though- even him." Glances down, then up again.
"Any of them could, of course, but even he could." Since death doesn't seem to matter yet. Did Chrollo find that out yet? He's not exactly sure why he's saying this. Perhaps to not see- Chrollo hurt.
Not- like that, he wants him hurt. But this weakness- he thought he'd like it. Though it'd piss him off if anything, not this...
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Even so. There's not one of them that he wouldn't welcome the chance to see again. It's strange, the way of mourning. The books he'd read had warned him of that kind of reaction - the drive for one more moment. He'd never really felt that way before, though - when something is dead, let it be. Say your goodbyes. Life moves on for the living, and everything is expendable.
"Hm." But a world like this. A power like that. How upsetting to his perspective. But he'll try not to think about it, at least not here. He's shown too much already. So he sighs, and glances off, toward the door. "...do you attend those ceremonies? The next one is on your day of release, isn't it?"
Definitely changing the subject.
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Chrollo hopped it, so will he.
He raises a shoulder, leaning back on a hand, calming quickly seeing the shift in Chrollo's demeanor, though- while he was starting to feel oddly bad about it, he's also kind of missing the shatter in Chrollo's expression.
"The majority of the time I've been here, I've been here." Points down.
"So no, not lately."
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"I should rephrase that. Do you intend to go this time?" He crosses his arms over his chest. "You even may have time to get yourself together first... depending on when you're released, I suppose."
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"I'm thinking blue." Breath through his nose, his eyes looking up to the bangs mostly dangling over his eyes. Faded light light pink with red roots, no way is he going to a gathering like that.
"I assume I'll see you there?" Looks to him, his chin lifted slightly. "Mingling?" As in, scoping out potential allies, threats, people who he can take abilities from- IF he still can do that... Hisoka can't see if he has an aura at all right now after all, let alone know if it can do the same thing.
"Those gatherings are a good way of knowing who is who and who can do what." A smile. Ah power empathy, you really make things too easy for him.
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Not at all, really. Not under these sorts of circumstances. But he doesn't actively hate them, and it should prove beneficial for his standing in the community... not to mention help him orient himself a little better. In the meantime, he'll have two days to gather more information, introduce himself, do all those things that people apparently do.
He saw that his previous iteration liked to play roles here. It seems the most effective course of action, so that makes sense. He may as well pick that up, too.
He takes note of that last bit, too. Is there some sort of way of determining who can do what here? That look on Hisoka's face implies so, but... it couldn't be a public method, that would be far too compromising. Perhaps something specific to Hisoka himself? He'll need to ask about it.
"I'll see you there, then." A pause, and he looks Hisoka over again. "I like blue. It would suit you."
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"Party's are good for many things, I- really do enjoy them." Truth in that. Enjoys them for the people, drinks, food, atmosphere. Most of the time he spends it just amusing himself with other people's interactions, if not talking here and there as well. But someone like Chrollo- well, making friends isn't exactly at the top of his list. He has all he wants, it's just going to be about needs here.
Which is why Hisoka imagines Chrollo is speaking to him and putting on this act at all. Eh- he'll take what he can get, for now.
"Hm?" Chrollo turns, assumes that's the end of that, but then hears the last bit and nods, smiling as he shrugs up his hands.
"See you there then, in blue." Just for you~
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"You're definitely more extroverted than I am." Not that this is saying much. "Well, maybe I'll enjoy it after all. It depends on the company, doesn't it?"
Chrollo nods and... for a moment, he almost considers staying. Because Hisoka looks so... off, there. So out of place, and not himself. And it isn't as though he cares that deeply about it, but...
...he had, once, hadn't he? Before the truth became undeniable. Of course things have changed since then: Hisoka revealed his true nature, which hadn't really come as a surprise, but was nonetheless... disappointing. And with his renunciation of the Troupe, Chrollo had cast that man out of the space he kept for his Spiders. But even so, he doesn't have amnesia, not about that. Hisoka had lived inside him for years and yes, he does remember.
Of course, he also remembers that those years were an elaborate ruse to try arrange a chance to murder him for thrills. And that only a few moments ago Hisoka would have been on his throat like a rabid wolf if it weren't for that glass... not to mention that he'd purposefully twisted a knife in Chrollo's chest on the one subject that could truly wound him.
So... honestly, to hell with that. He can manage another two days of emptiness.
"Good then. I'm anticipating your new look." Chrollo gives his pretty, fake smile, and turns away. "Good night."
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Awww.
Looong sigh through his nose, closing his eyes.
"Good night." Only to open his eyes again when Chrollo starts to leave.
Mm.