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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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[Well technically, in his world, Nen isn't supernatural, in fact, everyone's capable of unlocking and learning it. Still, he's definitely out there enough to make his presence hard to find, and to makes those cards go damn fast. Still not fast enough to miss completely though. Hisoka's hardly interested in starting at the top as far as this little practice goes. From what he's seen of her, she's not like people from his world, more like those from this one. Her potential can't soar in the same way. Still he's interested in seeing what she can do, what she's done so far with her potential, as small as it is.]

[So the cards are quick, like a bird at full speed, but not more than just yet.]

[What he gets is a nice hit too! Her accuracy is definitely something to be proud of. That short sound of exclamation? Excitement? It was cute too, it was always more fun when both parties were into it.]

[One, two three, and she gets them all, again he moves but this time without the rustling. The cards suddenly dart out, one from her right to her lower left, and the second coming at her from a bush ahead!]

[She notices the lack of rustling, so she stops what little attention she had directed toward tracking his movements and merely kept watch for any targets. She doesn't even move from her spot, aside from shifting here or there in order to aim and shoot, trusting him not to be a cheat and throw a card behind her.

She isn't saying any exclamations anymore, taking this very seriously now, especially as they come faster and closer together--no time to boast--but it's clear she's enjoying the challenge by her lips quirking aside into a pleased half-smirk every time she sees a card disintegrate into nothing iin mid air with every laser blast.

Thankfully she has her porter given power of limitless ammo, or she'd have to stop and reload and risk missing a target. This way she can shoot until she gets tired, or the targets come too fast and furious and frustrates her into giving up.]

[That change in her expression's nice. Hisoka's standards are pretty high over all, and while he recognizes that her potential isn't nearly as big as what it could've been had she been from his world, he can recognize how on point she is despite that. Shooting seems to be her passion, seems to really fit her as well. Had she been from a world where higher potential's existed, she should've stayed with shooting as well.]

[That look on her face, serious even now with just some 'simple' target practice. It's quite a good look for her. He's aware he won't ever be interested enough to get her into a fight, but watching her and admiring is certainly be an option. And he has had to lower his standards a little since arriving here. Not everyone was going to be like Chrollo when it came to potential.]

[The cards keep coming. They close in on 40 soon, nearing the end of this deck! So he pushes it up a notch, really seeing how fast she can go. The speed of the targets quickly starts to go up. Three cards and they're all coming from different directions, nearly at the same time, and the third is impossible to see. Or at least seems to be.]

[This was quite an exercise like she had never had before. A lot of her target practice back home would be aiming for cactoid, the cactii that zipped around the lower atmosphere at varying speeds, but this was far more challenging, and so far more exciting. It was really proving to her as well to him her abilities, seeing as she's never had the need to shoot near 40 items in a row before, and she was feeling rather confident.

By that point it definitely started going far too fast, she shot one, then the second one, though not quite as dead center, and the third she didn't see, though she does seem to glance toward where it had been, squinting suspiciously, but no true recognition that a third target had passed by hit her.]

[Hisoka's pretty relentless when he wants to be. He wants to see the extent of what she can do now, and doesn't riddle with with talking. Oh, he'll talk, after. But this is the game now, and he's far too interested in sitting back and watching her go than slowing her down with words.]

[Ah, now she's starting to miss.]

Something troubling you? Or are you losing your aim already?

[Words said from... somewhere? Along with a light chuckle. No new cards being thrown yet. Guess now's the time for a little talking.]

[She comes out of the shooting zone, blinking as she glances surreptitiously around for where his voice may be coming from. She can't pinpoint it directly yet, but she's not showing any clue that she can't or that she may be bothered that she can't. Her gun lowers a bit, but she's still on guard, but she allows herself a moment to wipe sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief she pulls from her duster's pocket.]

I didn't miss nothin'.

[She said with the confidence of a person that didn't see what she missed.]

You haven't no, you've certainly got a handle on that weapon, don't you.

All your life? Or most of it? [Hope you like more disembodied voice.]

[Disembodied voice is weird and a mite unsettling, but she remains cool, just puts that there handkerchief back in her pocket.]

Nearly all, reckon, if'n you count startin' out with bow an' arrow.

A bow and arrow? Are you still any good?

[Snorts, with a grin.] Probably not as much as I once were. Haven't touched one in years.

Grew out of it? [Said with a SURPRISE CARD SHOOTING OUT FROM THE SIDE.]

[Whoah, okay, she did get a little distracted there, but she catches it as it's about to disappear into the trees again and shoots it into oblivion. She starts talking as soon as the PEW of her gun dies down:]

You can say that. It were more human to carry a gun.

[Good eye good eye.]

More human? What an interesting thing to say. [More silence and she'll get a few more targets...

these ones practically untraceable, sorry girl.]

It ain't if'n you were raised by Martians.

[She says as she points and shoots what cards she can see.]

[She'll get one, missing the other two this time, muuuch too fast, he's stepping it up to a ridiculous degree. He'll reach the end of his deck though and suddenly she'll hear his voice again.]

[But right behind her. His body dangling upside down behind her, a hand cupping his chin.]

Martians?

[The voice behind her makes her jump a little, and she turns around quickly. She holds onto her gun for a bit longer]

Outta cards, huh? [She moves to holster the pistol back to her hip.] Yeh, Martians, that were what I said. I'm from Mars. Or G'loot Praktaw, as we designate it.

[A small wave!]

A deck of 52, did it seem like that many? [A smile.] You must've been having fun.

Mars, sorry if I'm not familiar but- isn't there a Mars here as well?

Now that we've stopped, my finger sure as heck is feelin' the 52 cards. [Chuckles quietly as she flexes her poor trigger finger.]

Yeh, there is, but I dunno how it is here. Reckon there may be Martians there, but it ain't gonna be nothin' like my home. It ain't terraformed yet.

I'd say the same for myself after work.

[A laugh, crossing his legs as if sitting butterfly style. Just, you know, upside down and in midair.]

As in the one at home for you is terraformed, or the one here isn't? My, you've done your research already, getting nostalgic?

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I've been missin' Mars since the day I got here...

[She speaks sincerely, but she's now distracted by his sitting in the air. She had assumed he was hanging from a tree branch before, a weird thing to do, but she was used to weird by this point. But this was definitely something new.]

You, uh, flyer or somethin' there?

[He is hanging by something, buuut she can't see it. Sure just looks like he's floating! Though one of his hands is tucked down between his legs.]

I can fly, yes. [No he can't.]

Huh, reckon some'a us got real practical powers, huh?

[She stops being slightly awed by what she's seeing, since, after all, it may just be some porter-given power. Still, she would rather enjoy being able to fly.]

And some of us certainly don't. But it seems the porter doesn't always care. [A smile, raising up in the air without moving at all before dropping, flipping, and landing on his feet in a crouch. Hell stand, setting a hand on his hip.]

And you, besides never needing to reload? [He noticed, though he wonders if its the gun, or her. Did she need to reload any gun she used? Certainly practical.]

Though your aim and speed are promising.

[She nearly mimics his stance unconsciously, just putting both hands on her hips rather than just one. She gives him a sort of smile that suggests his opinion on her shooting is dumb because she knows she's good.]

Promisin' nothin', you sayin' I ain't got no skills or somethin'? Also, you're reckonin' right, my power is not needin' to reload anythin'.

[Hey now, but she still feel a need to prove herself right? And Hisoka definitely will acknowledge she deserves some praise. Feels a little good, right? Even if its from a weird magician.]

Just that?

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