[When Shirasu moves to take it, Hisoka doesn't let it go. His grip is firm. He gives Shirasu a rather dark, protective look.]
I don't want you to stop her. She's mine. If you interfere, you'll suffer the consequences. If she wants it back, she'll have to take it from me. We never finished what we started. She ran away.
She didn't seem to care for the idea that fighting isn't much different than sex. But I saw the look in her eyes. She can't hide it. She enjoyed it, too.
[He tugs on the glove, trying to get Shirasu to give his prize back to him. But when Shirasu's hand gets pulled enough forward, Hisoka grabs the wrist with his other hand. Now he has two prizes.]
If she won't come, I get to keep it. I'm sure she'll want me to stop having it. Unless I die fighting Lune, of course.
Or she'll decide she'd prefer not to be too near you, after saying something like that to her.
[not much different than sex.... god. shirasu knew he was fight horny but he mentally puts 'no fighting' on the 'things to frustrate hisoka with' list, trying to pull his wrist from hisoka's frasp.]
Fighting isn't much more than a means to an end.
[there's adrenaline involved, yes, and he doesn't dislike it. but he definitely doesn't find it that satisfying-- it's good for working off steam, at best.]
Hmm. Funny. [He doesn’t let go of Shirasu’s hand. In fact, his grip tightens a little to keep it there.] She said the exact same thing.
[The smirk he gives is terribly dark and faint, but it’s there.]
Just like sex is a means to continuing the species. All work and no play. Killing someone doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time doing it. If they’re strong, they’ll survive.
It's a means to release tension and stress as well, I suppose, but still simply a tool for doing such. I can't say I've ever personally derived much pleasure from it.
[he absolutely sounds a little annoyed, at the mention that she said the same thing-- but he stops trying to pull his wrist free. he'll just try again when hisoka is off guard, then.]
Killing shouldn't be a long enough process for it, either, when done properly.
[Well, it's not fun when people aren't even a little interested. He's almost ready to let go when Shirasu pauses. Both brows slowly go up.
Here's the conundrum: Hisoka has no master but himself. He does what he wants, how he wants, when he wants, if it's entertaining or beneficial to him. There is no taking by force. But God damn if he isn't the biggest sucker for earning it.
[and shirasu, for the most part, doesn't really do things that don't benefit him. there's really no benefit to giving hisoka what he wants in this case, when it isn't like he's going to break their weird partnership if shirasu doesn't allow it.
on the other hand, he's dead and they're waiting for the living to make their next move, to receive more information, and hopefully to find that things don't just get fucked up in the end... and he doesn't mind seeing what reactions he can get. how far he can push hisoka, after watching him push others.]
Mm, I don't know. You've been somewhat troublesome lately, haven't you?
[The golden eyes drop to follow Shirasu's glance at the glove, and then he looks back up, searching Shirasu's face.] She attacked me first. I was only giving her what she wanted. [He honestly hates how interested he is when it's just nudging him down a rung on his own ladder.]
[Both brows swing inward and furrow. He knows what Shirasu is implying, but he doesn't want to admit it since admitting it means he has to do it to get what he's interested in pursuing.]
Should I court you first? Take you to dinner? You said you didn't care about attachments.
[Shirasu's wrist and forearm get a squeeze from his hand. It's sort of a warning. He's quiet for a long time, staring Shirasu down even with little blinking.] I'll beg for it. [Since he knows that's what Shirasu is trying to get out of him. Probably at his own expense.]
[shirasu shrugs, and once more he tugs against hisoka's hold. give his hand back then.]
I thought Sol would tell me the truth if he might be at any risk, and he says he doesn't believe it's possible to die on this side... ah, and that he'll fight you when he's less busy, if you're truly set on it.
It seems you can try if you'd like, but it's unlikely to be a success.
His grip tightens, and Shirasu can't get away. He still doesn't yank Shirasu toward him, but he certainly has a good hold on the wrist. The entirety of his face darkens. It's worse than before, when he seemed to get protective of the glove because it would lead Four back to him.
The look is darker than it's ever been here so far.
He closes his eyes, slowly, and stands there with a clenched jaw and a vise-grip. It looks very much like he's trying to get a hold of himself, and it's probably not far from the truth. Again, slowly, his eyes open. Most of the terrible look is gone.]
Since it seems you won't be able to end his life, I have little objection. It might be interesting to see how your second round goes... or you could still try your luck with Lune as well?
[there's that slight smile again, just for a moment. it's not half bad, being on this side of things.
but then again...]
I don't blame you if you're annoyed with it, you know. I've been just as frustrated at being unable to affect things, save for gathering information and sending it on... and hoping others don't make mistakes in sending it themselves.
But it seems we truly are languishing here for now. The universe seems set on using us as messengers, and little else... I wonder what a free spirit like yourself is to do, in such a situation.
[Finally, Hisoka releases Shirasu's arm. He unfortunately probably left some return bruising as payback for what he had around his neck.
How easy it'd be to pretend to have new information and goad one of the living into offing Lune instead. North? Ookurikara? Someone paranoid, someone stupid. But there's no fun for him in that. He wants to fight Lune and earn the place.
Perhaps it's all for the best. Here you were, ready to go and kill one of them, and we still don't know if we need those two to return home.
[it'd be a real shame if he went off and stabbed his way back. shirasu just folds his arms, watching him.]
But then, they may count toward needing to leave only one in the end as well... it could have been doing them a favor. Though it certainly seems they didn't need to keep those of us more comfortable with killing, if the body count this week says anything.
[Look, Shirasu, he's a clown, but he's not completely stupid. Most of the time. He still has the sour expression on his face. He's trying to have a fucking good time? People keep ruining it. They're so boring and vanilla.]
Something interesting, hopefully. [He makes a face.] What happens if one of the Signs are the last to be alive?
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[When Shirasu moves to take it, Hisoka doesn't let it go. His grip is firm. He gives Shirasu a rather dark, protective look.]
I don't want you to stop her. She's mine. If you interfere, you'll suffer the consequences. If she wants it back, she'll have to take it from me. We never finished what we started. She ran away.
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[that gets a very slight smile out of him. the look on hisoka's face is, admittedly, an interesting one; shirasu studies him curiously for a moment.
it's interesting, but hm. he isn't certain he likes it. maybe just because it's four, though.]
If you're waiting for her to return for more, that girl's quite stubborn.
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[He tugs on the glove, trying to get Shirasu to give his prize back to him. But when Shirasu's hand gets pulled enough forward, Hisoka grabs the wrist with his other hand. Now he has two prizes.]
If she won't come, I get to keep it. I'm sure she'll want me to stop having it. Unless I die fighting Lune, of course.
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[not much different than sex.... god. shirasu knew he was fight horny but he mentally puts 'no fighting' on the 'things to frustrate hisoka with' list, trying to pull his wrist from hisoka's frasp.]
Fighting isn't much more than a means to an end.
[there's adrenaline involved, yes, and he doesn't dislike it. but he definitely doesn't find it that satisfying-- it's good for working off steam, at best.]
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[The smirk he gives is terribly dark and faint, but it’s there.]
Just like sex is a means to continuing the species. All work and no play. Killing someone doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time doing it. If they’re strong, they’ll survive.
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[he absolutely sounds a little annoyed, at the mention that she said the same thing-- but he stops trying to pull his wrist free. he'll just try again when hisoka is off guard, then.]
Killing shouldn't be a long enough process for it, either, when done properly.
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[He pulls Shirasu’s arm by his side, trying to get Shirasu to come closer.]
I’m not afraid to step forward and fight. You, Lune, Sol, Four, Milla, Tsurumaru. It’s fun.
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[he doesn't simply let himself be pulled, this time, instead raising a brow at hisoka as he remains right where he is.]
And just what do you want this time, hm?
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[Persistent, he pulls again, no stronger than he had before.]
Something to take the edge off.
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[just a brief, flat response. he's not here for that right now.]
I put equal focus into my methods, you know-- but the outcome is the most important part.
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[He keeps Shirasu's arm where it is, but he doesn't try to pull again. Doesn't let go, though, of course.]
I can show you how much fun it is getting to the outcome. When you take your time and enjoy it.
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[he waves a hand there, dismissively.]
Your company has always been something interesting, but I can't say that's ever been anything I was very curious about.
[a pause, and a faint, thoughtful hum.]
I suppose you could try asking nicely. If you're capable of it.
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Here's the conundrum: Hisoka has no master but himself. He does what he wants, how he wants, when he wants, if it's entertaining or beneficial to him. There is no taking by force. But God damn if he isn't the biggest sucker for earning it.
Well fuck.]
You want me to say please?
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on the other hand, he's dead and they're waiting for the living to make their next move, to receive more information, and hopefully to find that things don't just get fucked up in the end... and he doesn't mind seeing what reactions he can get. how far he can push hisoka, after watching him push others.]
Mm, I don't know. You've been somewhat troublesome lately, haven't you?
[he spares a glance to four's glove.]
I think that might not be enough to convince me.
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Hm.
[The golden eyes drop to follow Shirasu's glance at the glove, and then he looks back up, searching Shirasu's face.] She attacked me first. I was only giving her what she wanted. [He honestly hates how interested he is when it's just nudging him down a rung on his own ladder.]
What do you want?
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[shirasu is having a fine time right now, honestly.]
I think you can guess. What is one left with, after taking it a step or two further from a polite request...
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[Both brows swing inward and furrow. He knows what Shirasu is implying, but he doesn't want to admit it since admitting it means he has to do it to get what he's interested in pursuing.]
Should I court you first? Take you to dinner? You said you didn't care about attachments.
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[he's not sure whether he can actually talk hisoka into it, but... well. it'd be entertaining, if he did.]
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[Shirasu's wrist and forearm get a squeeze from his hand. It's sort of a warning. He's quiet for a long time, staring Shirasu down even with little blinking.] I'll beg for it. [Since he knows that's what Shirasu is trying to get out of him. Probably at his own expense.]
If you figure out how to get rid of Lune.
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[shirasu shrugs, and once more he tugs against hisoka's hold. give his hand back then.]
I thought Sol would tell me the truth if he might be at any risk, and he says he doesn't believe it's possible to die on this side... ah, and that he'll fight you when he's less busy, if you're truly set on it.
It seems you can try if you'd like, but it's unlikely to be a success.
[is he enjoying double cucking hisoka
maybe]
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His grip tightens, and Shirasu can't get away. He still doesn't yank Shirasu toward him, but he certainly has a good hold on the wrist. The entirety of his face darkens. It's worse than before, when he seemed to get protective of the glove because it would lead Four back to him.
The look is darker than it's ever been here so far.
He closes his eyes, slowly, and stands there with a clenched jaw and a vise-grip. It looks very much like he's trying to get a hold of himself, and it's probably not far from the truth. Again, slowly, his eyes open. Most of the terrible look is gone.]
I'm fighting him regardless.
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[there's that slight smile again, just for a moment. it's not half bad, being on this side of things.
but then again...]
I don't blame you if you're annoyed with it, you know. I've been just as frustrated at being unable to affect things, save for gathering information and sending it on... and hoping others don't make mistakes in sending it themselves.
But it seems we truly are languishing here for now. The universe seems set on using us as messengers, and little else... I wonder what a free spirit like yourself is to do, in such a situation.
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How easy it'd be to pretend to have new information and goad one of the living into offing Lune instead. North? Ookurikara? Someone paranoid, someone stupid. But there's no fun for him in that. He wants to fight Lune and earn the place.
He glares, and it's not for Shirasu.]
I'll find something.
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[it'd be a real shame if he went off and stabbed his way back. shirasu just folds his arms, watching him.]
But then, they may count toward needing to leave only one in the end as well... it could have been doing them a favor. Though it certainly seems they didn't need to keep those of us more comfortable with killing, if the body count this week says anything.
What will you do in the meantime?
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[Look, Shirasu, he's a clown, but he's not completely stupid. Most of the time. He still has the sour expression on his face. He's trying to have a fucking good time? People keep ruining it. They're so boring and vanilla.]
Something interesting, hopefully. [He makes a face.] What happens if one of the Signs are the last to be alive?
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