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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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[Given that objects can be infused with Nen to strengthen them, the scabbard's durability shouldn't be too surprising. Still, its ability to withstand comes more from attacking the top of Hisoka's hand rather than the forefront of his blow. As it was not the recipient of the full force behind that punch, it wasn't in danger of taking much damage.

As for Nobunaga? The only way for him to defend immediately is through the use of Gyo. He doesn't desire cracked ribs, and so he focuses his aura as a shield around his abdomen. When Hisoka's palm strikes, Nobu feels the wind leave his lungs and is blown back, but he manages to keep from sustaining any serious damage this way.

It was a swift attack though. One that actually has him itching for another. His bones haven't felt that great an ache since before he arrived.

Alright then.

A little faster this time. Nobu propels himself towards Hisoka but rather than attack from up high, he sweeps low at the last second and slashes at the man's legs. The scabbard? Is held ready to be thrust towards the magician's solar plexus.]

[Hey, maybe he enhanced his sword and not the scabbard? Or maybe he can't enhance items at all anymore and his Nen was messed with? Hard to say. So Hisoka's taking all of this as a learning experience, willing to try it all out in order to see where this man stands now. He doubts all the spiders that arrived, or those from his world in general would keep their Nen as it was. Even Chrollo has his shifted. So far he only knows that his own Nen is the same. Aside from his other abilities of course.]

[A clean hit, though from the contact he knows Nobunaga successfully defended himself with when. Still, a hit's a hit, and using Gyo, Nobu will see the strand of Bungee Gum left on his stomach, as well as the one Hisoka left on his scabbard. Every attack. Even those Nobu would land on him with his blade, Hisoka's covered in his aura, so anything sticks to him when he wishes it to. Definitely hard mode, Nobu, but you knew that. Just like Hisoka knew that he could get more into this fight than he had done yet in this world. It is-

exhilarating. Letting lose like this.]

[The feel of a good fight, even one- well deserved in a way. It made you feel alive. Made your body ache with purpose. They were alike in that.]

[The slice of the blade is what he avoids and prepares for. His hands open, twist, Nobunaga if he still has Gyo will see it. While Hisoka dodges he aims to pull a thick layer of Bungee Gum between his hands and has it catch the blade, tying the pink aura around it and yanking the blade up and perhaps out of Nobunaga's hands. Or at least yanks at the blade enough to arm Nobunaga's wrist, or one of them. But that yank with Bungee Gum, while he gets a good try, will be dispelled as soon as his body suddenly yanks back.]

[The scabbard hits, and hard. His mouth yanks open, blood coughing out from the intensity of it. He managed to protect himself with his Nen, but a little late, late enough to let Nobunaga get a clean, heavy hit against the bottom point of her sternum, cracking at the bone a little. Pain riddles through him but as he slides back, catching himself on his feet and whines. His hands lift a little, fingers curled and his head raises, rolling his eyes back, and shivering in his shoulders as the feel of the attack.]

NNnnnhh-- ooohh-- again, like that again~!

[The blood's nice. The Bungee Gum is not.

Neither is the twinge of pain in Nobu's wrist from where Hisoka had attempted to twist his weapon out of his hand. He hadn't been successful, of course. But that didn't mean Nobu hadn't suffered from it.

He rotates the joint. It cracks audibly. Not tiptop, but still in good performance shape. That's really all he cares about.

That, and attacking again while Hisoka's busy rolling his eyes about his head in pleasure. Whereas some might be put off by that, Nobu only sees it as an opportunity to strike, to aim just his blade this time at Hisoka's body in a flurry of unbroken strikes...]

[Seems like he's distracted enjoying it, but really he's more focused on the fight and one might realize. It's all that exists to him right now. Himself, Nobunaga, everything that either of them do. Nobunaga comes at him and Hisoka reacts almost creepily fast, as if this was choreographed, his actions just as 'creepy' with how he bends back, completely. His feet still planted on the ground and his entire upper body bends back in an upside U shape, hand pressing to the ground. The blade sends it's flurry to the air but he feels gusts of it over his stomach. A shiver. Breathing in deep.]

Ahh!

[A grunt, craning his head back, letting it dangle in this position as he stays in that 'U' before suddenly twisting. His elongated torso turns like a corkscrew, his hands leaving the ground for a moment before they grip down again and he releases the tension from twisting up his torso by lifting his legs up, making them spiral fast at Nobunaga's body who's close now from his flurry attack.]

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[Flexible son-of-a bitch. But that's to be expected from one whose Hatsu takes on the properties of gum!

While it's expected, however, Nobu doesn't have the time to prepare for that corkscrew attack. Not with being so close. His eyes will widen—he sees it coming—but by then it's already too late. Hisoka's legs hit their mark and fabric along with flesh tears! Blood flies, a brilliant red arc spraying the air!

It's not a lethal or totally crippling blow, of course. Nobunaga's saving grace is his speed. But now? His left shoulder is both exposed and torn open. Red trailing down his arm. The air biting at the gaping wound...not that Nobu seems upset. In fact, he's smirking now. Taking a piece out of Hisoka for all that he's done wouldn't be as satisfying if it weren't a challenge, after all. But because it's challenging...he'd almost like to go straight for the clown's throat. Not to end it. But because he'd like to get that serious.

...which he then does.

Beginning with sliding his blade back into its sheath. And springing forwards. He'll focus now on dodging Hisoka's attacks, waiting for an opening with which to hammer home Ren-enhanced kicks and punches of his own, but more importantly, waiting for the right time to draw his blade again. It's always fastest when first drawn from its sheath...]

[He's up on his feet fast once his legs hit, once he gets a good few kicks and he makes sure to leave a strand or two of gum with each moment of contact. He's up and ready when those new attacks come his way. The sight, the scent of blood, it has his skin on fire. Nobunaga will feel it.

Hisoka's aura.

It spikes in that moment. Expanding and swelling out of him with intensity all directing like a thick haze at the man he's fighting against. This force, that blizzard of Nen coming Nobunaga's way, an obvious show of just how much Hisoka's fallen into enjoying this as well. Ready to go for his throat? Definitely. He won't be stopping anytime soon.]

[The barrage of punches and kicks seem to go on forever. Hisoka dodging each one and returning with his own attack, only to be dodged or blocked. Should Nobunaga block anything physically, Hisoka will of course leave yet another strand of Bungee Gum, but for the most part it's movement without contact. Constantly, back and forth. The air so thick, silence besides their movements, breathes. His skin hot, feeling sweat down his brow and everything in him feel so flexible, alive. The constant dance making him want more and more.]

[More till he sees that hand at his hip, obunaga's grip ready to pull out his blade.]

[But ah

can he go for the kill?]

[Is the spider allowed?]

[He... he wants to know, wants to see... to feel it. Even if he dies here, he'll be back, then they can have a true rematch, knowing it could be to the death again, and knowing he could just come back once more. So he leaves and opening.]

[Purposely. Leaving an opening enough for Nobunaga to strike at his neck, to cleave it deep and leave Hisoka to bleed out over his chest. Do it, can you? Do you want to? Do you want to feel your blade take his life, Nobunaga?]

[Bungee Gum and blood and bruises. What a sight. But a better sight is that opening when it comes, after a storm of punches and kicks that leave both men aching in a divine way.

An opening that is...so perfect. Like it's been set up specifically for him to take. And Nobunaga is tempted. So much so that he feels his stomach muscles clench, feels a tingle down his right arm and into his fingers. Feels his fingers itch to pull out his blade, and imagines that sword has an itch of its own, wanting to carve layers off Hisoka. To peel him. Flay him alive. Paint the streets and the silver of his sword all red...yes, the desire to do those things is indeed almost overwhelming.

He'd do it.

And he slides forward one foot upon the road barren but for the two of them.

For Paku.
For Uvo.

He'd do it for them. Because Hisoka needs to answer for his part in costing them their lives. For the hurt he'd dealt the Spider.

Another inch closer, aura intensifying...

For Chrollo. For the boss.

Who deserves better than some outsider. Who should never have been betrayed—

—ah, and it's that last thought that tempers Nobunaga's own battlelust. Takes the sharpness off his building aura, though it does not mean the pressure subsides.

He still wants...to make Hisoka pay.

Still wants to spill his blood.

But if he's going to do it, it won't be from a severed head or lacerated aorta. No, the attack that comes—wicked in both resolve and speed—is aimed for the clown's right shoulder. A brutal cut that, if it should be allowed to connect, will slice diagonally through the collarbone and down...through the lung, if Hisoka doesn't stop him. He won't go further than that, however. Wouldn't go for the heart. Despite wanting very much to be the reason it stops beating.]

[He takes it-

no.]

[He doesn't.]

[But for a moment he saw it in Nobunaga's gaze. Saw his body itch for it, his blade twitch for it. He felt it in the air and his heart raced till it skipped, his ears booming, a knot tugging tight in his stomach, in his groin, nearly wheezing out a breath till he saw him actually start to attack. And knew.

Knew that it wasn't aimed right. Could tell immediately. He left it wide for the other man and he didn't take it. A disappointment. So then, if Nobunaga wouldn't.]

[He would.]

[The blade suddenly comes swiping over at him and he let's it, but instead of it coming down and through his lung he tightens his shoulder. Using Bungee Gum to attach and yank up on the blade, using his Nen defensively to help the blade from continuing to cut through, he lets it sink into his shoulder deep before stopping there, inside of him, stopping the movement, getting Nobunaga suddenly still for a breath.]

[He stares back, his eyes wide, blood cascading down his front, his side, pain stinging at his neck, up against his right eye. The blade still lodged up in his shoulder, buckled by Nen, bone, muscle, by his aura, and suddenly he grabs at the blade with a hand, letting it sink into his palm and fingers.]

Still fighting for him then. Even now. I'm so touched. [A confirmation that he gave you that opening, and that he noticed you specifically didn't take it. The words slide out and his aura pulses again, expanding, hand tightening on Nobunaga's blade before he yanks it up and out of his shoulder. His shoulder shatters a little more, that arm going useless, limp at his side as the bone shards and splinters out along with blood once the blade is pulled. Yanks it up and out and flings it along with Nobunaga's arms up, letting go fast to send a heavy blow, an up wards jab under Nobunaga's jaw. Ren is focused there to shatter it, splinter it if he can, or at least make Nobunaga dazed for a moment and opening him to another hard full on punch to the gut. Hard enough to send Nobunaga flying back, or at least sliding away from Hisoka far.]

[Far enough to see his face go wild, to see him pull cards from thin air, and smile.]

[Hisoka's body and Nen both resist—and in the seconds between having those words spoken to him and being blown away thereafter, when their eyes meet and Hisoka is all but basking in his own blood and physical injury? Nobunaga finds himself grimly amused. It was stupid, he thinks, closing the distance; he should never have acted on the impulse to cut Hisoka down, at least not so directly.

But it's much too late to take it back now. And even if he could, he's not certain he would. Bleeding the clown this much has been a thrill and a pleasure and he certainly doesn't regret that. Even if it means...

...having barely enough time to shroud himself with Ken, not knowing precisely where that blow will land until it does.

Nobunaga forgets sometimes where everybody ranks in terms of strength. Uvo, he knows, was always number one, and Kortopi number thirteen. Himself, he was somewhere near the middle, but beneath the boss in terms of physical power. But where everyone else fell upon the spectrum? He was uncertain. Franklin, at least, was top five. But did Hisoka sit above or below him when he'd been a 'member' of the Troupe?

That blow lands. Bone crunches, black spots are a whirlwind in his vision, and warm blood splatters the magician's fist. That's when Nobunaga remembers what he thought he had forgotten: the clown was always stronger.

Ranking fourth, perhaps? No, third.

For this little fight, there really only was one outcome from the very start.

The ground comes up fast, catching him in an unforgiving embrace. Cement breaks, dirt flies, and bricks crumble against him when he strikes the side of a building. One even lumps him on the head. Ahhh, unpleasant, that. A little like the aches in all his joints, but nowhere near as bad as they could have been if he hadn't been somewhat protected.

But Hisoka's not wrong. Nobu...is still fighting for Chrollo. Despite being led by his own personal grudge, the boss's orders keep returning to the forefront of his mind.

It's only after getting back to his feet and spitting out a mouthful of blood (and a tooth?) that he mutters...]

...that you're not just goes to show you don't really deserve him.

[Might be time now to make his exit, he's thinking. Perhaps...he could use that power listed in his file first, though? As a distraction.]

When did I ever need to deserve anything to have it for myself? [His eyes wide and he'll swell backwards, teeth clenching, lips peeling back. He pulls in a deep breath and suddenly sprints towards him, shrieking. Giving Nobunaga seconds to react before he's slicing through the air with an enhanced triplet of cards.]

Uh—!!

[Nobu's quick to grab his sword and slice the first cards that come his way, but after that? You bet your ass he's high tailing it out of the crazy clown's way and up the side of that building he crashed into a second ago! This is getting to be a bit much even for his tastes!]

[His lips peel into a wicked smile and he stops, his neck jerking to suddenly look up. His actions quick and whip like. Cards come flying up to Nobunaga again and he'll suddenly feel his body TUG. A strand of Bungee Gum attached to his stomach activated, Hisoka's hand cardless up, finger pointing, yanking at the man to try and pry him down before he gets to a window or leg.]

[Nobu's about two-thirds the way up the building when there are more cards. Those draw his attention and he's fast to draw upon them...

...and that's when he feels a tug.

So distracting is it that one card lodges into his thigh and he gives a bit of a start.]

[That's about the time he remembers the Bungee Gum strands that were attached to him earlier.

And all he can think is...

SHIT!

Before crashing down again.]

[He's not landing in a heap, though! It's now or never! Twisting in midair his feet will strike the pavement and then he'll stand. And even take three steps toward Hisoka.

He removes his katana from its sheathe without hesitation.

Swings the blade once to the left, once to the right, and then once facing forwards, facing the magician himself. At first...it seems a simple taunt. Come.

But then...the wind around them will begin to stir. Or, more accurately, the wind around Nobunaga. And upon that wind appears hundreds—perhaps thousands—of flower petals, each as sharp as a razor, ready to cut to ribbons all that stands in their path.]

[A step back.]

[Nobunaga's with him now, standing building side, and Hisoka doesn't mind moving back a little to take it in. Whatever he's ... doing in.]

[That blade moves and his eyes are on it before he sees petals and knows they'll block him from getting close. But that- all that does is stop them from fighting. What a bother. It won't stop him completely though. Should he enhance the Nen around him enough... He can make it through them, enough to try and get an attack on him.]

[He smiles, his lips curling up high and he grinds his heel back, lifting his good arm, and comes after him again. His Nen shielding him, but even then he'll probably take damage, doesn't know how strong this attack is but he's not thinking completely.]

[Just- wants him. Wants more blood. More of that look. Those movements. Running into those petals to come after him and swipe along Nobunaga's front if he stands his ground.]

[He does.

Albeit not by standing.

Hisoka may or may not see through the dense storm of petals swirling around Nobu, but he crouches low just as Hisoka comes at him, blade swung from its sheath again, only this time in a wide arc towards Hisoka's shins.]

[...the cloth is already in his hands before he appears, swinging it down over Hisoka, covering him.

Chrollo presses his lips together, and catches the little writhing bag in his palm.]

Really now.

[He SHRIEKS. The bag yanks and fidgets in Chrollo's grip, it's movement's violent and jagged as Hisoka's sounds of rage and bloodlist scream and shrill out from the Nen cloth.]

[Nobunaga's mouth hangs open for a moment at the noises coming from that dangling, writhing bag in Chrollo's grip. He's at a loss for words. Stunned! Completely. So much so that he doesn't even notice that the flower petals have stopped now, likely due to his lack of concentration or the disappearance of a threat...or something.

After a moment though, he says...]

Hey boss. Nice timing.

[Not that he's up for talking much you see. His jaw is starting to swell from the fracture Hisoka gave it. He hopes you enjoy it inside the Fun Fun Cloth, clown!]

[FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU]

[Wow, calm down. Chrollo sighs, and steps closer, still holding that cloth with its completely overreacting contents. And he drags a finger down the side of Nobu's jaw, restoring it as he does.]

Is Hisoka in need of healing?

[First things first and all that.]

[That's new!

Or it is for Nobu, at least!

But he figures (as that tooth pops back into place what the hell!) that he shouldn't delay answering Chrollo's question. Even if he'd like to. Just to spite Hisoka.]

Probably. [Pulling the card that stuck him earlier out of his thigh and tossing it on the ground with a flick.] Can you heal him in the bag?

Should I heal him in the bag? He might attack me.

[Seriously, calm down! Chrollo looks down at the bag.]

What, exactly, happened?

...waiting won't kill him.

[Well, it's true! It won't! He's only probably bleeding a lot. Nothing out of the ordinary for Hisoka!]

Uh...

[Sliding his sword back into its sheathe now and cracking his neck. Rubbing at the back of his head. Ah, shit...how to explain.]

...you know. [A little of this. And that.] He wouldn't scram.

[It was a territory spat in other words. Sort of. Because there was also the part where Nobu was still pissed at Hisoka...

And you know him and his temper, Chrollo. And Hisoka and how he likes to push buttons.]

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