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Magician's Choice [OPEN]

WHO: Hisoka and EVERYONE, anyone.
WHERE: Various
WHEN: Throughout May
WHAT: Lots of stuff. A catch all and open prompts for those interested.
WARNINGS: General Hisoka warning. So, anything from tame sexual implications to violence and gore.

[ The Preamble ]

[Not that he wasn't busy last month, but he feels as though he has things to get back into after everything that happened. Things like- mindless sports, going to arcades, shopping. Things the undead or like undead just kind of get in the way of.]

[Yes, he certainly had fun, certainly kept active during the end of April. It would have been easy for many people to point Hisoka out in the chaos here and there, moving through those hoards or problematic citizens with ease. Often even attacking them back should they come after him, even killing some that really made a display. And the blood was- good.]

[Very good.]

[But killing zombies really isn't that fun when it comes down to it. Rather boring actually. So May's gonna be a nice month of finding that routine again! Well, whatever Hisoka calls a routine anyway.]

[ A ] - Heropa : StarCity Arcade

[Video games were never something Hisoka indulged in often, especially not back home. But they certainly had things he was interested in. Dating Sims for example, very fun, he's always enjoyed romance, and learning the tropes and memes that go along with it? Seeing all possible scenarios? Fun! Anything with puzzles and tactics tended to play into his interests as well which opened up a very wide range of games to be enjoyed. Of course, sitting down for long periods of time was something he wasn't very interested in, his attention span was quite limited if something wasn't really good. So Hisoka had a tendency, when he did play them at all, to constantly switch from one game to another.]

[So what better place for that than an arcade?]

[He's only here because he happened to walk past it and was intrigued by a rhythm game in the front of the store. Lights for one, like some kind of cat, caught his attention quickly and it wasn't long before he was getting quarters and infront of some fighting simulator. There IS a second side to it incase anyone's interested in playing along, and from the back, Hisoka's grey suit and white hair makes him look rather unassuming? That or maybe schooling him in a fighting game could be fun.]

[But he'll be around, he moves from game to game quickly. One could easily cross paths with him on a dancing simulator, or a side scrolling beat 'em up, to some racing game where the seat is almost just too small.]

[ B ] - Nonah : Twinkle Toes

[The large glass doors make it easy to both see all that this store holds (shoes, shoes, more shoes, maybe purses too), as well as then stacks of boxes towering nearby a brightly dressed man who is slightly distressing the store clerks. The women that work there have been trying their best to appease this person but ever since he made sure they knew he was shopping for himself they've had some- trouble. It's not that he's a man really, though a man in that sort of clothing is a bit strange, nice physique or not. It's that he's tried on over twenty things by now and doesn't seem any closer to buying anything.]

[Truth be told. He's just enjoying trying on shoes. But the amount of times he has to get them to go back and get him larger sizes is starting to wear on their nerves. Hisoka notices of course. He just doesn't care. He certainly plans to leave with something, somethings(?), but will see to finding exactly what, even if it means making this day a difficult one for those working here.]

[Maybe he just needs a good second opinion?]

[ C ] - Maurtia Falls : Passione Casino

[Perhaps at a dealer's table for Poker or a more novelty option- a dice game known as Cee-lo, Hisoka can be found. Hands always fast on the cards and always a bit of a spectacle with how he handles them, giving a sort of magician's flare to everything to put on more of a show. He gets players quickly and often do they stay for a while. It's mostly due to how he keeps the chatter high, enjoying various conversations he has and always managing to keep words going along with the cards and chips. Play a few rounds and you might notice your chips are gone before you know it! He does well to distract with a good topic or two, or some flirting. Either way, if you choose to let him deal a few rounds with you, enjoy the attention, he certainly does.]

A new round? Were you lingering close by in wait for it? I'm embarrassed, just for me~?

[That or maybe it's finally after hours and Hisoka's enjoying a drink at the bar. Something equally showing and sweet, possibly with fruit or possibly on fire. A bit hunched over the bar with his fingers sliding over the bottom of the glass. He has a rather dead look in his eyes, staring through the bottles behind the bar, past the tender when he passes by. An expression not really matching the light purple paisley suit he opted to wear for work today.]

[ D ] - Heropa : Some park. What do people even name parks.

[Man what a great day. What a great day for a walk, and this park? Gosh this park is so nice. So well maintained, zombie free after last's months crazy shenanigans. Everything is so nice and spring is really just great, huh? Green grass, blooming trees, people enjoying walks with their dogs, outings with their kids, frisbees coming right at your face fuck you need to duck or something if you can, it's going way faster than a normal frisbee.]

[ E ] - ANYWHERE : Make your own, he's pretty easy to happen upon in most places and situations, if you have an idea for a prompt here and you're unsure or wanna plan it out, let me know!

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[He feels something, but in a fight like this, the smallest distraction can be life-risking. Ken doesn't bother with the strange sticking feeling, brushing it off as soon as he perceives it and letting go of the lance with one hand to grasp Hisoka's wrist with it. Not for long, though; he only uses it to swing himself around the arm for another kick, letting go as soon as he's propelled in the right direction so he can twist around, bringing his other foot around in case Hisoka blocks the first. With his now freed hand, he pulls out and grips his Evoker again, pressing it hard against his head until he feels it dig in.]

Zionga!

[Feeling it stick at all is more than most can say, at least with it his bungee gum still inactive. Right now it's just attached, not pulling yet, but he'd be interested to know Ken can feel it on his lance at all.]

[Blocks that kick, an arm up, fist tight. Blocks the second with his other arm. Knows what the gun does but can't expect everything so he's ready for that body slam when he gets hit with lightning.]

[It strikes and his whole body shakes, heat piling up into him, feeling pain yet feeling energized at the same time.]

[A weak first push up from the ground, before he suddenly leaps away, as spry as ever. His hair a little on end but quickly fixed with a hand, stroking through it, static following his movements here and there. His clothing is burning, his skin a little dark in places. It hurt. Yes. Was surprising, yes. But was gorgeous. Nnnhh, more of that, whatever that this really is, what it can do. He sends Ken a dark, slim smile and the boy will notice it, the slight shift in the air. As if there's something thick all around him, pressuring against him, directed at him and strangely emanating off Hisoka as he stares back, his tongue quickly licking over his lips.]

[He sees and feels the lightning hit, but he doesn't waste time with being satisfied. Hisoka's quick and he knows he has to use that moment that he's reeling from the hit to attack again. He doesn't bother pulling his Evoker away from his head. As soon as it hits he pulls the trigger again, silently summoning Nemesis for another round of Cruel Attack from behind the man as he kicks off the arms Hisoka raised to block him, getting distance so he can regain his stance again.

Cruel Attack, Zionga, Cruel Attack. He takes a breath, tries to gauge how much stamina he has left. It's rare that he summons Nemesis so often in such a short span of time and he can't afford to hit the bottom yet.]

[The Cruel Attacks are easier to deal with, naturally, and those he dodges with barely any effort, but doing so does leave him open to those bolts of lightning. At first he's unsure if he can dodge them, but it seems he can. Pulling away from Ken completely and going far to flip backwards and out of a blast of it. So dodging is possible, though difficult. He can't see where the attack is coming from because it just manifests where ever he is. So being fast enough to escape it is key.]

[Though strangely enough that doesn't seem to always be the case, it is quite fast. And while Ken will notice just how fast Hisoka is in turn, he might also notice the lack of damage Hisoka seems to have taken. The first strike of Zionga it hit him would any defensive Nen. The second only barely seemed to skirt him, dodged. He stands, far from him now, out of reach of that next piercing blow of Cruel Attack due to his dodge of that second Zionga.]

[Again he's smiling though, but this time instead of waiting and staring, he bolts towards him. A heavy strike to Ken's shoulder, the one of the arm holding his lance, and he'll follow for a second blow, aiming to Ken's stomach, ending it with a kick. Up, trying to slam his knee hard up under Ken's chin. Comes at him in a rush, a flurry, the air still thick and all of Hisoka's attention on Ken. Feels some fear in the boy, a rush, had he not planned to use that gun, that entity? Was it really fear in his eyes or just a drive? Please let it be drive, even if it's along side fear. So much fight in this child it'd be a shame if it doesn't push him further, doesn't keep him fighting.]

[It's not fear, but it's not exactly drive either. Ken isn't afraid of Hisoka -- not how fast he is or how strong he is. But Hisoka isn't someone who can stir up his feelings either, not yet, and what he actually feels is irritation. Building up, almost like static, Nemesis' wheels spinning faster and faster until the whirl of it drowns out even the sound of his own breathing as he regards Hisoka with a glower.

It's almost relieving, really.

But ah, this is annoying. Irritating. Vexing. He can get hits in, but it doesn't seem to be doing much -- a defensive mechanism? -- and the two blows he did get in were ones that caught him by surprise. Ken wasn't weak, but he's hardly there.

And he thought he could protect people with this? All of Hisoka's hits land, and he ends up biting his tongue and cheek, but as he feels the blood on his lips and snaps to his senses, Nemesis' whirl quieting for just long enough for him to fumble. He tosses the lance aside -- this isn't a long-distance battle and it just gets in the way -- and grabs onto the leg that hit him, keeping close. If Hisoka was going to keep getting close, then he'll just have to get closer.

Hisoka might have caught the self-deprecating grimace on Ken's lips the moment before he moved, though.]

[It's hopeful thinking that leads hisoka to lean on words like 'fear' and 'drive'. Agitation, frustrating, annoyance, he's familiar with those more, people often feel them for him after all, but in a fight like this, ah, he's hopeful. Still, while Ken has a certain look for him, a slight gleam, it's nothing like the eyes of that boy, Gon. It hardly has Hisoka's heart skipping, as him eager. But perhaps how similar a fight like this is... even the look of that lance near a fishing rod has him more nostalgic than anything. It's yet to be seen if Ken will make him excited as he is, on his own.]

[He has a defense should he want to use it. But it's mostly his own speed, endurance, and strength he's fighting with now. His body aches, sure, and Hisoka has definitely taken damage, but he just doesn't show it. Able to withstand high amounts of pain to the point of misleading his partner into thinking he's fine. Yes, he could go for hours, and he knows he'll win this, but truth be told, those lightning attacks do pack a punch, it's why he banked on finding out if he could dodge them. He'd rather not have to resort to using his Nen in defense just yet.]

[He's grabbed, feels Ken latch onto his after throwing aside that lance. But Hisoka's expression quickly changes. His eyes still wide but his smile gone. He stands. Holding up his leg, mostly likely with the boy still clinging to it.]

Oh-

[His voice a little breathy, but there's a sudden stillness between them. A sudden quiet after all the movement. Staring down to Ken, he moves a clawed hand down. Slow, confident, it's not an attack just a movement to grab. Staring down at Ken with his eyes wide, penetrating, he'll move to clench his hand into the boy's hair and tilt his head back to get a better look at his expression.]

[Or try to anyway, Ken could certainly make it difficult for him. But his other hand stays idle, just standing there, trying to get a better look at that face.]

[Ken's still holding on. He's about to let go, throw himself at Hisoka and maybe fight literally tooth and nail, but he's stilled suddenly by the hand in his hair. It's not gentle, of course; why would it be? It grabs and clenches, yanks at the roots of his hair and makes him scrunch up his face with the sudden pain, but he grits his teeth, mouth still bloody, and glares up at him. Is he... looking at his face?]

... What is it? [he growls out, and the deprecation and apathy that was about to befall gives way to a stronger irritation and a spark of lightening in his eyes. He's quick to cover up any confusion with a veil of rage, and the look he gives Hisoka is sharp and challenging.]

[The movement is grave, heavy, not something coming at him like an attack, but Hisoka's confidence is almost pouring out of him as he goes in for that grab. But the boy relents, lets him, and that almost literal spark back in Ken's eye is good to see.]

[Hisoka smiles, his body bending over, getting his head close to Ken, soaking in that gaze. Ah- he feels a slight shiver, his smile only peeling wider.]

I was wondering for a moment, who my opponent was. Don't lose yourself Ken, I get uninterested quickly.

I haven't lost myself to anything.

[He answers immediately, voice low, snarling almost as he reaches up and grasps Hisoka's hand. He hasn't, he refuses to, and he refuses to let anybody hint that he has. His small blunt nails dig in to Hisoka's skin, but there are no sudden movements from him yet. With the man's hand still gripping his hair, attacking is a stupid idea.]

Good, keep it that way.

[Better that. Good. He'd rather appreciate not seeing that dead look on the boy's face again. There was potential there, it was sickening to see any death in those eyes, in the eyes of someone still with time, and the means to make himself so much more.]

[Hisoka's hand clenches tighter, staring Ken down, his face getting closer, just barely, almost intimate before his smile suddenly pulls up high, splitting his face and he lets go. Pulls back his arm. And pounds the ball of his palm up, under Ken's jaw, whipping his leg to get the boy to fly off.]

[It's a good thing he didn't try to talk. It's a good thing his mouth was closed, his teeth together. The force of the palm is still enough to make them grind together painfully, his jaw making a sound that can't mean anything good before he finds himself sent back, hitting the ground and rolling a few feet before he comes to a stop.

The pain is strong, though a bit dull. It's not hot like a stab found or blinding like the crush of Mudo, but he blinks away the tears that blur his vision as he gets to his feet. His sucks air in through clenched teeth as he realizes it hurts to move his jaw. Great. Would Dia even be able to heal that? But he doesn't let any uncertainty overcome as he flicks his wrist again. The lance he dropped earlier had disappeared seconds after leaving his hands, but it manifests again at his motion, ready to be used.]

[So the lance isn't a complete manifestation. Isn't a lance made real, he make sit like a Conjurer might, dispelling it when he chooses to, and reforms it when necessary.]

[A step back, another, leaning back on a heel and cocking his hips. He smiles, jutting his chin up, gesturing for the boy to come at him again. When he's ready of course.]

[This was what he wanted. He grips the lance again and bolts toward Hisoka. This was what he wanted. To fight, to have his opponent fight back.

He expected Shinjiro to struggle and beg forgiveness or explode in a rage and try to kill him. Not to accept and express just as much regret as Ken had, if not more so. He had just wanted something to justify his rage so he could believe in it fully, to overwrite how empty he really felt underneath all that. The pain in his jaw, the blood in his mouth, the aches all over his body. He liked fighting Shadows. He enjoyed this somewhere inside of himself, though he had never considered it this way.

He swings. The blade cuts through the air faster than it has this entire fight, and he follows it up with another whether it hits or not. He kicks the ground, twists, and thrusts the butt of it up at Hisoka's throat.]

[Ken liking this, good, even if he doesn't quite know it yet. Of course Hisoka hopes this will spark something in the boy, to make him want more. If not the want to fight Hisoka more, but to grow and fight more in general. It feels like Ken has desire there, for something, has the potential to become truly intense, already is in a way. But there's a part of him that feels off, or perhaps- too distracted from the moment. Something worried, or troubled, or over thinking, something away from him. Dead is the right word, but Hisoka doesn't see that quite yet, even if that moment on Ken's face earlier hinted to it.]

[The blade comes for him and he dodges to the side fast, his body actually bending a little more than it should, not moving his feet from where he is. At first it may just seem like he's extremely flexible though, which is true, but... in this word a lot more than just that may come to light.]

[The kick will connected. Hisoka's eyes wide, smiling as he feels his teeth jam and his head whips back, his neck stretching, head visibly pulling away from his body inches further than a neck should normally stretch. He leans back fast, closing his eyes, not minding the pain beating in his skull at all before flinging a leg up, aiming to kick in hard at Ken's rib cage, keeping his other foot planted and not moving an inch.]

[Ken's seen enough inhuman enemies to recognize when someone moves like one. The bend of Hisoka's body, the stretch of his neck the way his foot doesn't leave the ground... it's elastic. And he only takes a moment to observe that before he feels the leg connect with his side.

Air hisses from his lungs, between his clenched teeth, and he cringes as the force of it jostles his jaw but he brings an arm down. He locks it around the leg to use it as an anchor, and with his free hand he spins the lance, bringing the butt of the handle against the man's temple.

And this time, he won't let Hisoka dodge. He's not immune to lightning but he has enough energy left to take it. Still latched on to Hisoka and holding on tightly, he drops the lance again, pulls out his Evoker, and fires with practiced ease and speed. A Zionga or two -- or three. Even if Hisoka tries to dodge, Ken's targeting himself and Nemesis knows how to chase that; as long as they're connected, it'll hit.]

[To be fair he's keeping his foot there without any tricks, but he IS very good at it at least. He's yet to show anything to Ken concerning his sticky aura, but there are enough hints to his body being a bit more abnormal than your usual humans.]

[A hand darts up, fingers curled, cords in his hand sticking out of the back of his palm as he blocks his temple from that lance before it drops.]

[Clung to, his eyes go wide, watching the gun.]

[Bang.]

[And he's shocked, gasping, his head craning back, eyes rolling, feeling his whole body rock from the electrical attack. A moment to breath and he tilts his head forward fast. Eyes wide, smile devilish. Staring directly at Ken with hunger, again. Then gun's still there, do it AGAIN. Hisoka's hands lift, Ken still latched onto him, he'll latch on right back. Grabs his shoulders, huffs out a heavy, panting breath.]

[Bang.]

A-ahh! [Grunts as it strikes him, his hands gripping onto Ken even tighter, will start to shatter his shoulders here and there if the boy isn't careful. Staring into him, static clinging to him, Hisoka's gold eyes bright, wanting it. More, hit him again. Is it anger in Ken's face? Does he want this? Is he enjoying this? HE sure is, hit him again. He'll let it, won't try and pry away, won't even use his aura to defend. Again.]

[The chill that runs down Ken's spine is one of... disgust, really. What's with this guy? He was right about the Takaya thing. He feels just the same way. Gross and he hates the feeling of his hands on him and he hates the look on his face and he swallows, jaw aching, the fear that tries to claw its way up his throat.

He's not going to bother with Hama spells that might not hit. Instead, he grits his teeth against the harsh grip of Hisoka's hands and fires the Evoker again. His stamina's starting to wane and he has no more left for another Zionga, but he can manage a Cruel Attack. A sharp piercing blow from right behind, aimed right at Hisoka's back. He fires, and he keeps his eyes on Hisoka's as he does.]

[Aimed, his back. And Hisoka catches that look and soaks it in. Expects another shock of lightning though and he won't get it, and evoker and- a shadow looming. Hisoka acts fast, sensing that presence behind him and suddenly leap up on that one foot. He'll move up fast, quick, and at the same time, activates the Bungee gum still attached to Ken's foot.]

[The Bungee Gum yanks at Ken, tugging hard to pull him off Hisoka as Hisoka leaps up, but causing the boy to yank down again and right in the way of that Cruel Attack. Quickly Hisoka looks down, unsure if Ken will be struck by that attack as he was his own Ziodyne.]

[He isn't expecting to be suddenly anchored, yanked down to the ground by something that isn't Hisoka's grip. His eyes widen as he's dragged down, hitting the ground with a gasp and a yelp. His surprise is actually enough to halt Nemesis' descent, the Persona disappearing right before she hits and Ken tries to get to his feet, a little dumbstruck, his jaw throbbing now.]

What the heck...

[Hisoka will land not far away, teetering back on his heel and smiling, chin up. The Gum suddenly lightens up, still there, stuck, but no longer keeping him in place, seeming like it disappeared.]

Problem?

[It's gone. Just as fast as it came, and Ken gets to his feet again, wobbling slightly from all the damage he's taken and the exhaustion of firing off his Evoker so much. "Isn't is bad for your psyche?" Jaime asked before. He doesn't know how right he usually is.]

... No. It's fine.

[He tests his feet on the ground again. What was that...?]

[Gone! It's gone, whatever it is.]

[Another smile.]

Nemesis? What a name.

[Oh. He frowns, eyebrows furrowing, and he grips his Evoker tighter.]

What about it?

Did you name it? And if not, why such a name?

She's been Nemesis since the day I met her. She named herself -- it's just how it is.

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