'Mad' might be a good word for him. He had his moments, that was for sure. When blood lust too him over, when all he wanted was to feel pressed upon by someone strong, someone worthy, or to take them down with his own hands and feel all they were crumble. A 'madness' that could easily take hold of him if he didn't keep himself distracted enough. As was part of his agreement with Chrollo, he'd prove a distraction for Hisoka, in exchange for Hisoka's help.
Of course, that deal... well.
It was different now. Though he was still inclined to help Chrollo gain new abilities. Like this man's, this 'magic.' He wasn't sure yet though. Who ever this person was, he certainly liked to play along, how nice. And without a flinch at that appearance he smiles, tilting his cheek a little against the tip of that wand and slimming his eyes. His smile a bit darker.
"Ah well-" Said as he raises a hand up, casting his aura into the air and over the other man's face. He won't be able to see it, the gesture will seem more like one someone does to give more flare to their speech. But his aura is there, invisible for now, covering Voldemort's face before he pulls his hand back, gently curling his fingers. More meaningless gestures with meaning, pulling his aura away then, like some film off the other man's face. Like he stuck clay there and made a mold, all without it being seen.
"I'm already tingling with anticipation." And he slides his long nailed hand up over his own face, 'smearing' his aura over him in a way. Still unseen unless Voldemort knows to focus on it. The gesture uses that 'mold' he made of Voldemort's appearance and casts it on himself, making the man Voldemort is looking at, himself. Himself in that red suit and those black high heels.
Another gesture of his hand and he grins with teeth that don't look to be his at all.
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Of course, that deal... well.
It was different now. Though he was still inclined to help Chrollo gain new abilities. Like this man's, this 'magic.' He wasn't sure yet though. Who ever this person was, he certainly liked to play along, how nice. And without a flinch at that appearance he smiles, tilting his cheek a little against the tip of that wand and slimming his eyes. His smile a bit darker.
"Ah well-" Said as he raises a hand up, casting his aura into the air and over the other man's face. He won't be able to see it, the gesture will seem more like one someone does to give more flare to their speech. But his aura is there, invisible for now, covering Voldemort's face before he pulls his hand back, gently curling his fingers. More meaningless gestures with meaning, pulling his aura away then, like some film off the other man's face. Like he stuck clay there and made a mold, all without it being seen.
"I'm already tingling with anticipation." And he slides his long nailed hand up over his own face, 'smearing' his aura over him in a way. Still unseen unless Voldemort knows to focus on it. The gesture uses that 'mold' he made of Voldemort's appearance and casts it on himself, making the man Voldemort is looking at, himself. Himself in that red suit and those black high heels.
Another gesture of his hand and he grins with teeth that don't look to be his at all.
"Show me!"