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HYSKOA MORROH
DEATH BRINGER
Dissatisfaction.
There was an interminable sense of dissatisfaction, broiling throughout his body and consuming even his thoughts; only ever simmering down when his hands—or cards, which occasionally functioned as an extension of them—had been decorated with a splatter of blood. The riches that had been cast upon him nor his somewhat recently aquired Hunter License had been enough to satiate his sickening dissatisfaction. Scattered carcasses had been his only means of feeling anything but as if he was merely passing through life's trenches, yet never truly alive. It was only when he felt his palpitating heart, brought along by bloodshed, did he feel as though he had begun to live—that he felt satisfied.
There was a similar sensation of satisfaction, instead occurring as a meek amusement, displaying itself as naught but a passive simper etched upon his lips as his comrade's Nen sutures skillfully reattached his once severed limbs. Her face, however, was strikingly deadpan with an impressive amount of concentration for her craft. He hadn't paid her upfront, the two instead having come to a mutual agreement for her to accept the payment at a later time, in person—although her agreement to the terms much more reluctant, for he had joyously made the proposal, after all.
Silently, he waited for her in the solitude of a crowded bar, the heat of bodies clustered together festering in the air. Nonetheless, he still waited, sitting with a surprising amount of patience upon a stool; arms folded upon the countertop, long fingers curled around his cocktail's glass. Crossed legs were absentmindedly swinging as if having trailed off into deep thought, amber irises reflecting a similar emotion as they peered out to the surrounding lights that lined the walls, functioning as the only means to break up the bar's darkness. Those bright lights would burn themselves into his retinas, even leaving their marks in the darkness of his eyelids whenever his eyes would slip shut even just to blink.
"Hey."
As if thoughts dispersed, Hisoka's once stony expression would become a seemingly content one, lips pressing together just slightly as they were tugged upwards by glee into a small simper. "Yo, Machi, ♡" He'd respond, raising a hand to wave delicately, though the addressed didn't seem enthused by the gesture. As if having not noticed that at all, Hisoka's gentle smile would remain visible, hand only falling upon the countertop once again. "You really came. ♡" He noted aloud through a perhaps pleased hum which buzzed at his throat as he spoke.
"Don't get too excited. I don't plan on staying to chat." She spoke sharply; professionally, notably, and [she] extended her hand as if expectant of something.
As if on cue, Hisoka would push the wad of Jenny on the table's surface just alongside him, in Machi's direction. Without hesitation, she swiped it from the table, raking over the amount with her eyes and counting it thoroughly. Through narrow eyes would the former watch, humming somewhat delightfully.
"Well, this is the right amount. I'll be going."
"Hmm? You're really leaving so soon? ♤" There was an audible twinge of disappointment residing in his voice, his eyebrows even having come to cock momentarily.
"I told you; I don't plan on staying."
"How cruel, ♢" As if for exaggerated effect, Hisoka's lips tipped downwards into a melodramatic frown. However, such an uncharacteristic expression was short-lived, only remaining for a few short seconds before shifting into the one that had come just before it, although this time the smile much more subtle, and eyes had slipped shut gently. "Though, I can't say it's unlike you. ♧"
"Right. Unlike someone, I actually do my duties."
Hisoka only offered a dry chuckle as a response, eyes not even having opened to acknowledge her. His elbow would become perched on the table, palm of his hand keeping [his] head up.
"Speaking of...." There was a brief pause in her speech. "The Boss told everyone to gather on the 31st of August. .....Everyone." The last part was spoken more sharply as if for emphasis, the even more stern tone causing Hisoka to open one eye with piqued interest.
"Got it, ♤" He chimed out in a slightly more monotone manner than usual, previously opened eye fluttering back shut and head turning away with implied disinterest.
After a long second of observing him, Machi piped up. "Well, I'll be on my way then. See you." In response, Hisoka raised a hand as he had done prior, although this time to wave goodbye. When it settled back down onto the table's surface, his long nails would rhythmically tap inattentively, expression having fallen flat, and narrow eyes staring at nothing in particular once more. That was, however, until he rather abruptly sat up straight, head no longer being held up by his hand. Eyes had slightly widened, and angular eyebrows raising as if having become all too caught off guard by something, a feat mirrored by lips that had fallen partially agape with wonder. "This aura..." He gulped thickly, noting the sudden palpitations in his heart.
"It's so familiar... ♧" With that thought, the blurred memory of emerald optics peering up into his own at last resurfaced. His head would start to turn, looking to the sides of, and over the backs of his shoulders. Eyes intensely raked over the surrounding bar hoppers as if scanning them for his prey of choice, looking for the person he had suddenly recalled within the depths of his memories. Tongue lined his lips, first starting at the corner of the upper, and then falling onto the lower; wetting them in the process. At last, when they had settled, they had come to settle upon a lithe frame, clad in an eye-catching scarlet; a stunning candy red contrasted by cascading blonde locks that delicately framed the girl's face. Most notable of all were those green eyes, the same as in his memory.
Noting that, Hisoka's eyes would remain planted on her, observing from afar, before he'd at last stand up from the stool he had been perched upon, taking graceful strides over. When he fully approached, he looked down upon her face—partially masked by the shadow he cast over her—eyes having narrowed with joy, and lips taking the shape of their usual closed smile. "It's been a while.. ♢" He started somewhat below his breath. "Charaphenelia, ♡" He had clearly recalled her name as well, and it dripped from his tongue in his typical baritone purr. "Your aura's matured so much, I almost didn't recognize you. ♡" There was a sense of earnest joy in his words, perhaps stemming from the way he somewhat innocently cocked his head whilst speaking, or how he continued to speak through that smile.
"Sensing an aura like that suddenly in a place like this admittedly caught me off guard, Charaphenelia, ♢" Hisoka noted, never losing his seemingly regaled demeanor. "You should be more careful, you know. ♧"
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