[Welp. Just the two of them left in the graveyard while everyone else starts disappearing. It's a sad day when someone won't even summon you to get you away from the clown.
If anything, he doesn't seem bothered--by being left behind or by Four's presence.]
[ On the contrary, Four is bothered. She's bothered a lot. She can't even hide her growing bitterness at being left with Hisoka. If she's honest, she's not surprised at not being summoned, but she's not here to be honest about that. She's here to be honest about how Hisoka's presence makes her angry.
Four doesn't hide her disgusted look. ]
Do you want to be fed to an animal that badly?
[ Everybody's gone, and she doesn't care about being fake in front of Hisoka. ]
[It seems like he may find that terribly interesting and attractive.]
You're welcome to try. Aside from Tsurumaru, the only one else here who isn't afraid to show me what they're capable of is Shirasu. I thought you were a killer...
It's what I assumed. He was worried about being stuck to you. And your trial...
[He smiles.]
It would have been entertaining if they had voted for you the first time. Especially with your role. I even sent the clue to North, but she never said anything. Must have been Emma. I think she had her hands in quite a few other pots.
[He's been ready. He's always ready. His hand shoots up to grab her by the leg. This is the second time someone has tried to kick him from the start and suffered for it. There's so much he could do, and he'd be very unfortunately fast.
But instead, he squeezes her calf roughly and shoves it back toward her. A hungry look comes to his face.]
[ She could cheat and call a dragon, but Four isn't thinking like that right now. She doesn't have anything she wants to prove to Hisoka, but if there is one thing Four is comfortable with, it's her hand-to-hand combat. ]
I don't want to try anything.
[ She lands on both feet easily enough. She doesn't like that look on his face. Her fighting style involves a lot of spins, jumps, and acrobatics, so while her moves are somewhat telecasted or to distract, she's quick once she starts.
She pivots like she's going to kick straightforwardly again, but then she spin and sends a flurry of punches somehow instead because she's a video game character who doesn't know how physics works. ]
She starts for him, and he licks his lips. The hunger deepens in his eyes. He is thrilled? It's bad. The more she moves, the more he loves it. The style is familiar--it's his own. He has no regard for stance or posture. He's an acrobat, fast and agile.
Also, he's a shitty OP HxH character, so he's just as bad about not understanding how physics work for the most part. They'll just, meet in the middle in a flurry of arms and hands. He'll give her a wide, amused grin.
But he doesn't try to grab her even though he blocks.]
Don't you? If you don't want to rip me apart, what's the point? I can tell by the look in your eyes.
If you weren't already dead, I WOULD! I would TEAR YOU APART limb from limb!
[ Her face contorts as she snarls at him. So much of herself is repressed that it manifests in her being murderous when she fights.
She hates that he's as good as he is at fighting. She hates that she's ineffectual. She wants to rip that smile off his face and stomp his head in. For as thrilled as he looks, he is, unfortunately, an easy outlet for her anger.
She kicks at him in an effort to knock him off balance. ]
[The more riled up she gets, the more he enjoys it. There's just something so satisfying about emotion boiling over in someone's eyes.] We should do this more often. I quite like it. [The kick he actually takes.
His muscles harden to take the blow, but it still stings. She's very good. But he grabs her leg, grip surprisingly strong, and he pulls it back around his hip to bring her toward him.
And then he tries to punch her in the stomach with no reluctance, full without dampening his strength. She's a woman, but he doesn't have any reservations about punching women in a fight.]
[ She gasps when he pulls her toward him. The blow to the stomach comes with startling realization of whom Hisoka vaguely reminds her of. It's no wonder how easily she loses her cool around him when he talks like that.
She leans forward instinctively from the pain, and as soon as she can, she flips away from him, creating distance between them. ]
[When she flees, he lets her go only because he doesn't think it'll be over completely. Toying with toys is fun? But he catches the shift of her gaze, and he pauses to turn and glance at the offering.
His jaw tightens, lips thinning sourly. He wasn't finished.]
Unfortunate. I was starting to get turned on.
[Again, he faces her. And he just begins very slowly walking in her direction, the intent and focus clear. She's going to have to make a break for it, or he'll continue.]
[ Because she's stupid, whatever break she was going to make gets put on pause for the incredulous look she throws his way. ]
EXCUSE me? Are you saying this fight—
[ Horror dawns on her face before it morphs right back to anger. She rips off one of her gloves and hurls it at his face. It won't do anything, but it's the sentiment that matters to her.]
[He just gives her a smirk. The glove is a surprise, though, and his face flashes to match. But he catches the glove in a fist--is it... the normal one???--and curls his fingers around it to feel the material pointedly.
If it's the regular one, he'll put it in his pocket... Keepsies.]
You enjoyed it, too. I can tell; the look on your face was magnificent. Fighting isn't much different. Two bodies coming together to feel an immeasurable rush. It's so good.
[ It's her regular glove. Throwing her main weapon at him is too stupid even for her. She's not Minato. ]
Do not equate a means to an end to something filthy like that! I could never enjoy this with you. [ She only feels some kind of happiness if someone dies. ]
If all you can think of is with— [ She won't say dick. ] Stay unhappy and wanting for the rest of your stupid death.
[If he wasn't so irritable at being left hanging, he'd be amused. She can say what she wants, but he knows when someone loves the thrill of fighting as much as he does.
He doesn't really stop walking until she gets out of the portal, but he makes no attempt to chase her down. Ah well. Maybe she'll come back for the glove later, and he finish it then.]
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If anything, he doesn't seem bothered--by being left behind or by Four's presence.]
Just you and me. ♥
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Four doesn't hide her disgusted look. ]
Do you want to be fed to an animal that badly?
[ Everybody's gone, and she doesn't care about being fake in front of Hisoka. ]
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[It seems like he may find that terribly interesting and attractive.]
You're welcome to try. Aside from Tsurumaru, the only one else here who isn't afraid to show me what they're capable of is Shirasu. I thought you were a killer...
But maybe you're all bark and no bite.
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Why would you think I was a killer? What did Shirasu tell you?
[ She's not rising to the bait just yet. ]
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[He smiles.]
It would have been entertaining if they had voted for you the first time. Especially with your role. I even sent the clue to North, but she never said anything. Must have been Emma. I think she had her hands in quite a few other pots.
Ah well.
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[ It doesn't seem like she wants to wait for an answer, though, because in the next moment, she aims a kick straight for his head. ]
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[He's been ready. He's always ready. His hand shoots up to grab her by the leg. This is the second time someone has tried to kick him from the start and suffered for it. There's so much he could do, and he'd be very unfortunately fast.
But instead, he squeezes her calf roughly and shoves it back toward her. A hungry look comes to his face.]
Try again.
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I don't want to try anything.
[ She lands on both feet easily enough. She doesn't like that look on his face. Her fighting style involves a lot of spins, jumps, and acrobatics, so while her moves are somewhat telecasted or to distract, she's quick once she starts.
She pivots like she's going to kick straightforwardly again, but then she spin and sends a flurry of punches somehow instead because she's a video game character who doesn't know how physics works. ]
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She starts for him, and he licks his lips. The hunger deepens in his eyes. He is thrilled? It's bad. The more she moves, the more he loves it. The style is familiar--it's his own. He has no regard for stance or posture. He's an acrobat, fast and agile.
Also, he's a shitty OP HxH character, so he's just as bad about not understanding how physics work for the most part. They'll just, meet in the middle in a flurry of arms and hands. He'll give her a wide, amused grin.
But he doesn't try to grab her even though he blocks.]
Don't you? If you don't want to rip me apart, what's the point? I can tell by the look in your eyes.
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[ Her face contorts as she snarls at him. So much of herself is repressed that it manifests in her being murderous when she fights.
She hates that he's as good as he is at fighting. She hates that she's ineffectual. She wants to rip that smile off his face and stomp his head in. For as thrilled as he looks, he is, unfortunately, an easy outlet for her anger.
She kicks at him in an effort to knock him off balance. ]
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[The more riled up she gets, the more he enjoys it. There's just something so satisfying about emotion boiling over in someone's eyes.] We should do this more often. I quite like it. [The kick he actually takes.
His muscles harden to take the blow, but it still stings. She's very good. But he grabs her leg, grip surprisingly strong, and he pulls it back around his hip to bring her toward him.
And then he tries to punch her in the stomach with no reluctance, full without dampening his strength. She's a woman, but he doesn't have any reservations about punching women in a fight.]
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[ She gasps when he pulls her toward him. The blow to the stomach comes with startling realization of whom Hisoka vaguely reminds her of. It's no wonder how easily she loses her cool around him when he talks like that.
She leans forward instinctively from the pain, and as soon as she can, she flips away from him, creating distance between them. ]
We won't be left in this situation again.
[ She can see the summon for her. ]
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His jaw tightens, lips thinning sourly. He wasn't finished.]
Unfortunate. I was starting to get turned on.
[Again, he faces her. And he just begins very slowly walking in her direction, the intent and focus clear. She's going to have to make a break for it, or he'll continue.]
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EXCUSE me? Are you saying this fight—
[ Horror dawns on her face before it morphs right back to anger. She rips off one of her gloves and hurls it at his face. It won't do anything, but it's the sentiment that matters to her.]
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If it's the regular one, he'll put it in his pocket... Keepsies.]
You enjoyed it, too. I can tell; the look on your face was magnificent. Fighting isn't much different. Two bodies coming together to feel an immeasurable rush. It's so good.
[His voice darkens.]
I won't be happy if you leave me wanting.
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Do not equate a means to an end to something filthy like that! I could never enjoy this with you. [ She only feels some kind of happiness if someone dies. ]
If all you can think of is with— [ She won't say dick. ] Stay unhappy and wanting for the rest of your stupid death.
[ She runs for the portal. ]
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He doesn't really stop walking until she gets out of the portal, but he makes no attempt to chase her down. Ah well. Maybe she'll come back for the glove later, and he finish it then.]