[for once, hisoka is not getting spraybottled like a bad cat.
shirasu does tense when the vines wrap around him, but given that there's nothing he can do about that (or, you know, literally anything) at the moment... he waits that out, just shooting hisoka a very put-upon look.]
[Amused, and maybe a bit mischievous, Hisoka's eyes glitter. Shirasu's vine hammock slowly starts getting closer toward him, almost pointedly. But it stops a foot or so off.]
It's not as fun without abilities, but I guess I'll just have to play with you without them. You can ask Lune and Sol to fix it.
They took all your toys and locked you away. They were very scared of a man whose legs they broke. That's still the biggest joke of all, isn't it? Not being worried as much about each other.
[His dangling arm swings back and forth.]
It would be a little fun regardless. The risk is I know you're more skilled than you show. You're quite dangerous. Maybe they should have been scared.
They should have paid more attention, at the least. Did you know they let me keep this?
[shirasu idly loops one dangling length of his headband around his forearm, then pulls it tight, leaving it a few moments before he lets go.]
And they never bothered checking to see if I'd been healed. They were content enough to assume I'd stay as defenseless as they tried to leave me-- and in the end only someone corrupt was willing to strike.
Julius? [That actually gets him to laugh. There's a little more to the joke Shirasu won't get, not knowing Kurapika.] I almost gave the gun to him. But I knew he was smart enough to find a way on his own. Emma didn't think he was interesting enough to ever check even when I suggested it.
I won't tell. Cross my heart, hope to... Well, I'm already dead, so.
[ACK. Excuse?? He tries to quickly lean out of the way, but the water gets him right across the side of the face. He shouldn't have brought the man closer. Shirasu gets a flat look.]
So you do have it. Now I can't take advantage of you being powerless.
[For a moment or two, he watches the orb. A sliver of spike vine, maybe a thorn, but thicker, juts out suddenly through it. Being water, it probably won't pop, but it might splash Shirasu a little.]
But you did come visit me so quickly that first week.
On business, yes. Are you sure you aren't estimating yourself too highly, Hisoka?
[it does create a splash, but shirasu gestures, spinning those drops of water together; the orb ripples, its surface stretching out to gather them back in before he alters its shape. shirasu reforms it around that spiked bit of vine, making it the center of a water flower that then closes around it.]
Why would I do that? [Binch, he is always estimating himself too highly.] Are you saying you didn't come to see me because you were interested?
[Oh no. With literally anyone else but these two, that would be really cute.] Hooh. [Is Shirasu giving me a flower? He's a tad less interested in it than he is in how skilled Shirasu has become with the water itself.]
You would be a skilled nen user. Ah. Maybe you would be a transmuter like me. [He props his head up in a hand, the arm looped over the edge of the hammock.] You would be able to change the properties of your life energy.
[hisoka's harassed him with flowers multiple times what are you saying anna,,
anyway, shirasu doesn't bother turning to fully face him, letting the flower burst and re-shaping it into more of a cushion shape beneath his head. water pillow. he's comfier now.]
That does sound interesting, I think-- but if that's what you are, then are there other types?
Enhancers, emitters, conjurers, manipulators, and specialists. [His dangling arm swings back and forth lazily.] You perform a divination ritual to see your aura type. A leaf on a glass of water.
Depending on what happens to it, then you'll know. ♥
[i'm delaying any more flirting that's why!! also, suffer? bc he wants to know things?
which is why he hums, his tone a little more curious.]
Well, the names at least lend themselves to guessing at what they're capable of... is it something like our elements, where a particular type of person is more likely to be one type than another?
Yes. [His lids fall equally as lazily over his eyes.] Everyone gives off life energy. People lose it all the time out of the top of the head. It's such a small amount, no one is hurt.
But once you open the points of your body which leak life energy and do not close them, you'll die. Becoming aware of life energy and being able to manipulate it is the first step toward mastering your aura.
For example, mine is Bungee Gum... I gave my aura the properties of both rubber and gum. It's very useful. Maybe before we leave, I'll show it to you.
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[for once, hisoka is not getting spraybottled like a bad cat.
shirasu does tense when the vines wrap around him, but given that there's nothing he can do about that (or, you know, literally anything) at the moment... he waits that out, just shooting hisoka a very put-upon look.]
And just what was the point of that?
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[He leans over the edge of his own vine hammock in Shirasu's direction, one arm dangling.]
Is your ability really sealed?
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[that implies something besides a whole lot of apathy. he settles back in, though, watching hisoka curiously-- but not entirely wary.]
Why? Do you intend to take advantage of that fact, if it is?
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It's not as fun without abilities, but I guess I'll just have to play with you without them. You can ask Lune and Sol to fix it.
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but he doesn't seem concerned? he doesn't leave the hammock or lash out, still just sort of letting this all happen. bad.]
I'm not armed either, you know. Is it truly any fun for you to fight with no real risk?
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[His dangling arm swings back and forth.]
It would be a little fun regardless. The risk is I know you're more skilled than you show. You're quite dangerous. Maybe they should have been scared.
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[shirasu idly loops one dangling length of his headband around his forearm, then pulls it tight, leaving it a few moments before he lets go.]
And they never bothered checking to see if I'd been healed. They were content enough to assume I'd stay as defenseless as they tried to leave me-- and in the end only someone corrupt was willing to strike.
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Did you pretend to be injured? How mischievous. [He hooks his chin on the edge of the hammock.] You and I should have been the last to die.
Who came to send you away?
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[it would be more satisfying, really, and if he'd pulled off what he wanted to before...
ah, well.]
Though Kresnik-kun gave me a good fight, as well. It was a little more even, with how he refused to use his powers.
I'd appreciate you keeping that to yourself, though. I'm curious to see if they'll manage to catch him.
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I won't tell. Cross my heart, hope to... Well, I'm already dead, so.
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[he accepts it much easier like this than if someone else had done it, or just used powers to kill him when he had none.]
And don't worry. I'm sure I could find some way to get back at you for it, death or no death.
[hisoka abruptly gets a small jet if water arcing towards him.
(: someone does have his powers after all.]
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So you do have it. Now I can't take advantage of you being powerless.
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[he hums an amused note, though, as he forms an orb of water between his hands and idly toys with its shape. he missed his powers, thanks.]
Perhaps I actually am hard to get, you know.
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[For a moment or two, he watches the orb. A sliver of spike vine, maybe a thorn, but thicker, juts out suddenly through it. Being water, it probably won't pop, but it might splash Shirasu a little.]
But you did come visit me so quickly that first week.
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[it does create a splash, but shirasu gestures, spinning those drops of water together; the orb ripples, its surface stretching out to gather them back in before he alters its shape. shirasu reforms it around that spiked bit of vine, making it the center of a water flower that then closes around it.]
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[Oh no. With literally anyone else but these two, that would be really cute.] Hooh. [Is Shirasu giving me a flower? He's a tad less interested in it than he is in how skilled Shirasu has become with the water itself.]
You got a lot better with your hands.
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[please no it's a veiled threat not to get back on his bullshit too hard, there's a reason it's drowning the vine thanks!!
but yea I guess it would be cute with anyone else, they're just like this though.]
I'm a little out of practice, after having it sealed for a while, but... it's easy enough to pick back up.
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You would be a skilled nen user. Ah. Maybe you would be a transmuter like me. [He props his head up in a hand, the arm looped over the edge of the hammock.] You would be able to change the properties of your life energy.
How exciting.
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anyway, shirasu doesn't bother turning to fully face him, letting the flower burst and re-shaping it into more of a cushion shape beneath his head. water pillow. he's comfier now.]
That does sound interesting, I think-- but if that's what you are, then are there other types?
[give the nen explanation binch]
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Enhancers, emitters, conjurers, manipulators, and specialists. [His dangling arm swings back and forth lazily.] You perform a divination ritual to see your aura type. A leaf on a glass of water.
Depending on what happens to it, then you'll know. ♥
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which is why he hums, his tone a little more curious.]
Well, the names at least lend themselves to guessing at what they're capable of... is it something like our elements, where a particular type of person is more likely to be one type than another?
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But once you open the points of your body which leak life energy and do not close them, you'll die. Becoming aware of life energy and being able to manipulate it is the first step toward mastering your aura.
For example, mine is Bungee Gum... I gave my aura the properties of both rubber and gum. It's very useful. Maybe before we leave, I'll show it to you.
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[he takes all that in thoughtfully, but-
that last bit brings up another thought.]
Leave to where, I wonder... our own afterlives?
[suffer more. he doesn't know shit.]
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