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WHO: Hisoka and YOU
WHERE: Various
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Various, October Catch-all, can be at prompts given or plotted out and placed here, if you'd like to plot out with me, just private message this journal and we'll get to it!
WARNINGS: Violence, sexual themes.

Prompts below cut. More may be added over time.

General Opening

He's possibly in the most foul mood he's been since arriving here. Which is saying something. While Hisoka can be a treachery, he's usually on the happy side. Being in a foul mood is rare for him, but in this case, not without good reason. He's just not used to dealing with emotional distress, the extent of what he is used to is usually just sour disappointment. But even that fixes itself quickly. This? This is different. And instead of being able to change it or help it out of his system, he knows he's to blame for it at all.

How annoying.

But instead of dwell on things he certainly doesn't want to, he'd rather fill his time, and he has a few ways in mind already. Some promises, and a new job that he's actually a little excited for, even with how rather mundane it would be. But it'd be a good way to keep occupied, if nothing else. And that wasn't all, he knew he had some people to call should he really wish to.

A - Heropa - Night Moves

Ah, dark, but then it's pretty late and a cloudy night. There's really no light to speak of with what of the moon is there, if it's there, covered by the clouds in the dark sky. Same with the stars. So all there really is are street lights and the occasional car. But it's not too busy either. Late night, the sort of time that holds a silence to it, even with the few cars still out. The people out on the street, it's hard to say why they're there, why you're there. Maybe you or they- maybe you got caught up at work, maybe you fell asleep at a friends for too long. Maybe you just wanted to be outside for a bit and your walk lasted longer than expected.

But you're there, and it's dark.

Not a lot further to walk, but you know you can cut through some alleys, and really they're not too dark with the street lights on either side. So you wait till you find one where no one's around because you're not an idiot- or maybe you just take the next one.

The alley's a lot darker once you step into it. And as you walk, you hear... more footsteps. A second set? Behind you- you know you do. But as soon as you're sure you hear them, they're suddenly gone. You can't hear them anymore, but you're sure they were there.

What do you do?

B - Heropa - Lucky Cat Café [Weekday mornings, except Friday]

Well, he took the job because this place is owned by Cass. That and he wanted to fill up some more of his time. He figured he could just quit if it really proved to not be amusing enough, but he didn't think the novelty would fade that quickly. So he might as well try? And if the novelty did start to fade well surely he could make his own fun for a while too.

But some days into the job and he's not as sure. First of all, the t-shirt he has to wear as part of the uniform is not his thing... It's a bit tight in the shoulders and chest and over all is just boring. At least with his suits he could be a bit more playful. And he's sure not going to wear that baseball cap, and doesn't, keeping his hair a bright pink but usually not slicking it back for this job. Well, the shirt's more comfortable compared to the suits for the casino- at least there's that.

Still it's definitely something to see Hisoka in such a place, well working there anyway. He usually keeps to the register but sometimes walks out to bring food and drinks to customers when they're dining in. Depending on if you know him or not, this might be quite the service, or really, it's just weird enough to see it in general without anything in particular happening.

So either you see him at the register, or you've sat down and are waiting for your food or drink to be brought to you. It'll be Hisoka there, and it's hard to say what mischief he might spark up depending on who you are, or the impression you give. But hey, it IS kind of nice to be served in a cafe by a pretty nice looking guy, right? At least there's that, and he's really not afraid to flirt either.

B2 - Heropa - Lucky Cat Café [Weekday mornings, except Friday]

Or maybe- you're 'lucky' enough to catch him on his break. But he won't be doing much aside from sitting at one of the tables with something sweet to eat infront of him. Hisoka's always been known to like company though. Why not join him? As someone he knows or not.

Or ignore him and walk past-

Well, try to walk past. For some reason, your foot sticks to the ground right as you try to walk past his table.

There's an awkward pause and Hisoka slowly turns to look up to you with a slightly confused look on his face. Of course it's a lie, he's the reason you're stuck there at all! But he's pretending like he hasn't a clue.

"Did you need something?" A smile, setting his chin on a hand. "Or are you trying to say hello?"

C - Maurtia Falls - Drink up

Well, you did have a drink. You came to this bar not long ago and are pretty sure you only got a couple sips in, not the whole glass. So where is it? Some looking around and you'll notice whatever you were drinking is being picked up by someone else now. A man with bright pink hair in a white and light blue suit.

He smiles to you, picking up and tipping the glass back despite it definitely not being his own. How rude. Just get your own drink, jackoff.

"Hm?" A thoughtful look over to you. He'll lick his lips, tilting his head a little, and offer a small smile.

"What? Is there a reason you're sitting way over there?" Come to think of it- even if that drink DOES look like yours, how did it get all the way over there to this guy? Wouldn't you have seen him get up and come over and take it?

Wildcard - Make your own

If none of the above prompts appeal to you but you'd like to play out something with Hisoka, feel free to just make something up and post it in here! I'll follow along no problem. Hisoka's pretty active and everywhere so it's likely he'll get into all sorts of situations.

If you want to play something with me and aren't sure about what though, just message Hisoka's journal and I'd love to work out something with you.

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Destroying a wall is a small feat for a Wizard of his magnitude. There have been times he has been covered head to toe in blood. When he loses his temper, no one is safe and he does not mourn their loss. One has to feel empathy for that.

"You could see it that way. Charms can destroy, fix, conceal, protect, defend... The spells add properties to that which already exists." he waves a pale hand to the barrier he had created, "The space around us was blocked by an invisible wall and, as you surmised, the electricity in the lightning was...repurposed. It exists in the air naturally and the spell caused it to gather into a powerful force. I then directed it."

He is not a bad teacher if one ignores his aura.

"There are Hexes, Curses and spells for Transfiguration too."

How nice. He's certainly like to see him losing that temper then.

He certainly liked that aura as well, and the way this man speaks, how put together his words were. It was possible he was forming a type now, or perhaps it was just that those with power seemed to often be similar in personalities? That dark confidence... there was a reason to find it attractive, in Hisoka's mind anyway.

He hasn't decided what he wants to do with this person just yet. For now, watching him and being in his presence was entertaining enough.

"Will you just be describing those then? I assume you'd need a participant should you want to show me..." A low lidded gaze. Should he?

"I might be inclined to agree to it." What the hell. Why not? He liked a good thrill. And looking at this man... there was always the possibility he could just kill him, but in this world he hardly had that fear, not that he ever feared death or pain anyway. If anything, that sort of power just got him off. So curse away...

"If you wish." he doesn't mind instructing and spreading the word about the true might of Magic, but there is something that causes him to pause. His uncertainties are confirmed when the man offers himself as a willing participant.

For a moment, he is reminded of Bellatrix or one of his ever loyal Death Eaters. The majority of them are mad and he well knows it, but he enjoys their company and their...willingness.

Turning, he lowers his hood in one smooth motion, revealing his features in full. The more time he spends in this world, the more his appearance will change. It is inevitable that he must...fit in.

But not yet.

"Are you so eager to feel Magic for yourself?" he extends his wand and draws the tip down Hisoka's cheek, "There is nothing else like it."

What will it take to convince him?

'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.

"Show me!"

Some instinct tells him to follow Hisoka's hand. He leaves his wand tip against the man's cheek and waits - a serpent poised. Even if he cannot see or fully sense the power, he can feel...a change. His body is attuned to such and he is curious.

What can this one do?

"Well?" he echoes only to be faced with, well, his face. Instead of appearing disturbed or irritated, however, Voldemort tilts his head and examines Hisoka's work. Long, pale fingers touch a cheek, a neck, a chest...

"Is this power yours or was it given?" a useful power - like a Polyjuice Potion yet infinitely quicker and less complicated, "I can never refuse myself."

The wand is raised again and this time, he casts a Concealment Charm on Hisoka. His skin will change from the pallor that Voldemort associates with himself to blend with their surroundings. Even his clothes will change.

"Or would you rather..." without warning, he hurls a Knockback Jinx, smirking mischievously.

The way that hand touches at his face, his neck- it gives him a slight shiver and he'll turn his head for him, lift his chin.

"It's mine, something I'm still perfecting even now." The porter granted him abilities, but nothing he'd consider as useful as his own Nen and it's potential. Having it studied like this as well, it feels nice, keeps his smile up. And those fingers feel so cold against his skin, goosebumps forming on his arms, on his neck.

"Ha-!" A moment of surprise, a shift in himself occurring before he's suddenly thrown back. he doesn't fall onto his ass though, and his 'magic' is not his only strength. Hisoka lands with grace on his feet, those high heels grinding back into the ground a bit till he slows to a stop and looks over his body, to what else was changed about him, and then suddenly looks up, his eyes wide. His smile winding.

"I didn't take you for so playful- I'm surprised." A slight whine to his breath, standing up straight again. "How cute."

The transformation is remarkable - flawless - and Voldemort is impressed. It is not easy to coax such an emotion from him - or any emotion from him for that matter. However he has always loved seeing Magic put to work well.

"There is a Potion that has the same effect, but it does not last. How long can you retain another's appearance?" he can feel the warm pulse of blood and that is well enough. Hisoka is far more...alive...than him. The Magician likely has his full soul intact, after all.

"Your reflexes are good." not many would be able to withstand the Jinx and his expression is thoughtful, "Magic isn't all serious." though the spells he had just used are obviously helpful if one wants to hide or win a duel, "I have never been called that before."

And he isn't quite sure how to take it.

"My wand isn't necessary for me to cast such spells either. I suppose you could say I am fond of it, however."

His Yew and Phoenix Feather wand.

Well but not well enough. Out of the abilities Hisoka has crafted himself, that one is the newest and less maintained. He has little interest in masking his appearance bit developed for a few reasons. For someone else mostly. And because this world made it almost a must if he wanted to enjoy himself more. He's finally managed to get it to copy the look of hair. That was a big step.

"My 'magic' relies more on my concentration. I can keep it maintained as long as I care to." Which could be a while of done on himself. But he doesn't really care to leave it long, so he can't say for sure. He's fickle after all, that was more a part of him than his age though. Still much younger than Voldemort. But he's dedicating himself to his ability in very much the same way.

"No one?". Said with a small little frown as he stands.

"Theres probably a few reasons for that." Pointing up to him and turning his head slightly.

"Your appearance. Were you an ugly boy? Or maybe..." A smile, his expression sly. "Have they been to scared to dare?" Calling the Dark Lord 'cute' might be overstepping bounds, right? But Hisoka doesn't seem scared of him at all, even as he realizes how strong this man might be. How with this one... Perhaps he is in over his head? It felt like... Netero did, in his presence. This Lord... But being that powerful didn't deter him at all.

"It's not?" A curious look to the object. Hell step closer, offering his hand.

"May I see it?" More things those that know this man might never do. But again, fear was the last thing Hisoka felt. He wasn't swayed by fear either. Not really. He was swayed by power in a different way.

"If you are stunned or otherwise caught off-guard, would the spell break?" he raised his wand and the bone was white in the moonlight. As far as wands went, it was an oddity and he was rather fond of it - even if it was next to useless where Harry Potter's wand was concerned.

The Boy Who Lived wasn't present and he couldn't say he was missed.

"No one would dare." he smirked dangerously, affirming Hisoka's conclusion, "I was a handsome child and young man." very much so - it was easy for him to charm many to his side (some with romantic intentions no doubt), "You can see it easily."

Despite his sharp words, he did hold out the wand for Hisoka to see - but not touch. He would be a fool to give such a chameleon his best weapon.

Edited 2015-10-20 08:51 (UTC)

"That would depend, but I'm usually never surprised enough to really say. My 'Lovely Mask' is meant to remain attached as long as I leave it though, and can only be removed by me as well." A theme with his abilities. Really, he could easily use one to take that wand from him too.

But Hisoka's not stupid. How the other man holds it... It makes it obvious it's only meant to be observed. So fine. He'll step closer. Closer than many in Voldemort's world would dare to, in a hands grasp away, his face so close to that device, gaze inquisitive.

From here it doesn't look like much but to him it seems like some sort of channel. He's first to think of a Manipulator and then Enhancer. Use of a wand... Like some lightning rod to pull out what strength he has inside.

His eyes flick up, gold and bright with his mind clicking quick, he stares up at that peculiar face and smiles, standing straight again.

"Surely its something within it that channels what you do, am I right in saying there's more than looks to that wand? Or does it work more on principle than literal components?"

Any attempt to take the wand would end in Voldemort losing his temper. He was lethal when he was angry and he cared not how much blood was spilled.

"I would find a more discreet name for it." particularly if Hisoka was going to discuss the power in public, "I have had this wand since I was a child." and it had performed a number of great deeds, though it had not always looked as it did now.

He surveyed the other man emotionlessly, nodding faintly: "A Phoenix Feather. All wands are like conduits. They channel a user's natural Magic and make it easier for them to see it and focus it." he brushed back a sleeve, "They are not wholly necessary for those who are powerful enough."

But they served as a good focal point nonetheless.

"Someone who has no natural Magical ability could pick up a wand, wave it about and nothing would happen."

"There are two names for it, but this one- I've only discussed it with two people now." Said with a smile. Two rather similar sorts, while still different enough. But they were close enough down to the young, vengeful boy following them around, Harry for this lord, and Kurapika for Chrollo, not that Hisoka knew of Harry yet.

But meaning could possibly be given to why he shared it. He wanted to impress him maybe? He wanted to eventually make trouble for him and have the lord know it was him to have him come after him. He wanted him to see he could be useful to potentially used by him only to allow him closer... But really.

He just wanted to and was a fickle man. But feel free and over think it. Really Hisoka could only benefit from that.

Phoenix? A curious look up to him and then back down to the wand. So he had peculiar creatures in his world. It magical ones, hence why they could be used as 'conduits'.

"I wonder then if anyone will have that potential here. It seems that's not always the case for abilities in this world. Different worlds allow for different potentials. You should try teaching it once you get comfortable." Said with a smile. It was true after all. Some could teach their magic, but certain potentials like with Nen from Hisoka's world just could not be brought out of the people here when they had no aura. A shame really. So Hisoka had to find his fun in other sorts, even if Nen interested him the most.

"Two you trust utterly?" and since there was no such thing for him, this too was a sort of test. Voldemort didn't trust anyone fully; he never had. Even as a child, people were kept at an arm's length despite the fact that they felt they were much closer to him.

"I am not a wand maker." the artistry and knowledge required had never intrigued him enough - and Ollivander or his like were never going to take a Dark Lord on as a student, "I can teach Wandless Magic, which is oftentimes harder for the Witches and Wizards of my world. But it may prove the easier method here." and if he wanted to fit in better, the wand wasn't absolutely necessary for him.

"Do you believe yourself to be one of these so gifted people?"

"Considering the second is you?" Who he just met. "What do you think?" He wasn't the sort either. Himself and that's about it, right? It was better to trust just the one. Though lately the feeling teeters, if only because his heart grows a tad soft-- to only, one person anyway. Not that that will be of any issue. It takes a certain type of person to gain his interest at all, let alone deeply and for long.

'Witches and wizards' he says, it's hard not to keep a smile. But while it sounds like near endearing fiction, it's reality to this man, this man who feels rather imposing, doesn't he? He's rather enjoying being in his company so far.

"Oh? Gosh I'm not sure!" His brows steeple, faking modesty as he sets a palm to his own cheek and sighs soft. "I don't really like to brag..."

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