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                      ❛ Bungee gum. ‍❜ 

Needle points next to plant of his feet attached to the wall of a tall building, left-handed extremity ensures position while the other joins the thumb and forefinger at eye level. Topaz contracted in the absence of light, fleeting inspection of the area  allows to extend the range of vision to even kilometers. Notorious wrinkles as a result of the exaggeratedly hoisted corners on his physiognomy reveal the excitement witnessed at the discovery of his prey. 

                        ❛ Mit-su-ke-ta.  ♤ ❜ 

 Ko travels through the body to the feet, thighs increase in muscle mass until veins, under a garment that covers them, popped up before the incredible pressure received. Between the layer of silence, lower limbs push his body out of the building vehemently, faster than a bullet, took just milliseconds to hear a muffled scream, before the dry melody produced by cutting a sharp object on a surface. 

                        ❛ Waah-waah.~ ‍❜ 

Man of vermillion threads, stands up after his violent landing. A head bounces off the ground and rolls to a stop due to the colliding its killer's shoes.

                        ❛ Wrong answer, although it is no longer worth telling you since you lost your head thinking about it. Too bad~ ♤ ❜ 

Epitome of pride and megalomania, lift a card bathed in scarlet to face level, looking over his shoulder at the already corpse drawing a wide crimson circle on the ground. Disinterested, he decides to leave. High in the sky, the beautiful lady in a wedding dress is the only witness to his crimes.

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Ephemeral touches were leaving small prints on the keys, summoned sounds called as the delight for a listener, professional movements caress the eardrums of its emitter. This time, dedicates to himself a smooth piece, varied intercalations to relax the mind of a twisted man.

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 ❛ Are you enjoying the view? ❜ᅠSuch an alluring tone asked with its owner's feet on either side of his victim's head before sinking the heel into their eye. A dry, quick pierce where the solid sound of the sole hitting the skull sang in unison with the screams. 

 The demon called with his finger at what it seemed to be holding his favorite card between pale lips. Tantalizing invitation created an invisible barrier of sheer horror as a duo of topaz pearls reflected through the darkness. They glow like gold, absorbing with the force of a black hole. 

Knee raised to medium height, the foot hits the individual's head a second time. Brains, gray matter and mixed blood fly across the ground, like a watermelon being dropped from a great height. That started the man's walk, hips sway from side to side in a seductive wave.

 It will be a long night dancing with the devil.

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The Symphony of the Grim Reaper, a modern Judas.

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                                                 Storyline

The small changes that will be made in this account are based on the stories created with other characters, marking a milestone in Hisoka's life. But there are other things that, thanks to the absence of the characters and to support the planned project with others, have already been written.

 Death of Kortopi and escape of Shalnark: The death of Kortopi has strongly marked the sixth spider, who, having no nen, decides to flee to notify the other members of the troupe (also for simple survival). Hisoka has marked this member as his next victim. A plus that, when the 12th spider is eliminated, Seiko is added, who plays an important role in the history of Hisoka.

Ability Knowledge: Hisoka possesses knowledge of Feitan and Shalnark's abilities when used in the tournament (Shalnark by Chrollo, Feitan during Heavens Arena SL) In the same way, he obtained great information about Illumi's movements and abilities.

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                                                 Post-Mortem

The death of a Nen user doesn’t necessarily result in the cessation of their abilities; on the contrary, it may cause pre-existing abilities to become even more powerful. The most common reason for this phenomenon to occur is the ability of the dying user while harboring a strong grudge will cause their Nen to seek out the object of their hatred and cling to it. This makes curse-type abilities much more difficult to remove, to the point that fewer than ten Exorcists in the whole world were deemed capable of lifting a curse left by the deceased.

In Hisoka's case, after returning from the dead, his Nen has become much more powerful due to the drastic change in perspective on things and the use of his nen to resurrect. Hisoka can be considered as a specialist user, because it has the properties of each category that will soon be explained in this blog. Although his personality doesn't fit in any more than his original (transmuter), it's the nen abilities that will undergo a potential change.

An example is an increase in strength and regeneration (enhancer), detaching the aura from the body and throwing it at will, as his new ability being developed (emission), etc.

Hisoka's mentality is completely transformed after what happened, the games are over and it's time to end everyone on his list, especially the members of Ryodan, who are no longer seen as toys, but as prey that should be annihilated.

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Heavens Arena pt3.

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When the second king is missing from the chessboard. 

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Information gathering has always been a priority for Hisoka. As the selective and finicky assassin that he is, enemies that live under his radar must be analyzed at all times so that he is always the one who triumphs.

During the tournament, two of the current members of the spiders participated in addition to the leader. After his humiliating defeat, he would not go blindly to face the so privileged ‘’danchou’’. Not without first seeing what tricks he had hidden up his sleeve. It must be made clear that Hisoka got tired of games, so the fun took a back seat.

Learning Feitan's skills and memorizing Illumi's dark tactics, Hisoka prepares to march to another continent to exchange information, knowing that there is someone who yearns for the destruction of spiders as much as he does.

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City Z, a monster and a monster.

The favorite stranger of the city of graves.

(soon)

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The contract

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Until death separates them.

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Due to the mistranslation, it's a misunderstanding that Illumi and Hisoka are married. But here is the headcanon for this account.

Marriage is real, however, without the interruption of love. Both signed a life-and-death contract (similar to a marriage), where, if Hisoka perishes during the spiders hunt and their leader, Illumi claims the belongings, and the immunity to his favorite toys cease to exist. But if Chrollo dies, Illumi and Hisoka will fight to the death, since the differences and ambitions have corrupted them enough.

Hisoka before entering the Heavens Arena tournament (first fight against Chrollo as Floor Master.), met with Illumi to explain the situation with the spiders. If he wants to feel like a family with them or not, it's the decision of the same manipulator. Illumi has a golden ticket that will make him automatically enter the troupe for a simple reason: he knows Hisoka, his movements, plans, where he goes and where he stays, even the ideas. He understands him more than anyone by knowing him long before taking the hunter exam. Chrollo will trust him and if he does, the other spiders too.

Hisoka is not stupid, he sometimes gets carried away by excitement, but it has been proven throughout the story that his intellect is supernatural.

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Hisoka will you sing me a song?

❛ Depends on the song and my mood.~ ❜

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The stars are flowing, the moon reappears among the clouds that dance in the midnight wind. One leg rests on the other in an almost complete crossing, covered by the darkness produced by a table that blocks the passage of light generated by a small desk lamp. The atmosphere was warm, downplaying it since a man who almost touched thirty steals the scene. He holds a pair of cards between his thin fingers, gently positioned on the wood. The sound is solid as it's brief, but as imperceptible as the chimera of a "no, it must have been my imagination." Gems with aureos hues cautiously raise their attention after visualizing out of the corner of their eye a dark and tall entity peeking through the door. The index separated by a minimum gap of the cards, remain still like their owner. In the topaz optics, a creature with long black antlers is reflected, bending down to cross the threshold of the door and appear before the adult. Imposing and sonorous steps taken by the legs of a ram, march in his direction, a skull shape, between bones the meat or composition falls under its own weight. Between the ribs and entrails, the sound of wet bodies in full swing is emitted between the silence, giving birth to a pale and thin hand, bathed in the ashes of death, dirty by the scarlet of life and with small fragments of putrefaction. A card peeks amid the fingers that would make the perfect balance for the duo that is already formed.

A phone rings, and the little tower falls. It was a dream, or he could have sworn that he saw himself sitting at that same desk when he got home.

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❛ I feel in such a good mood that I would kill another spider and use Kortopi's head like a yo-yo. ❜

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Sweet echo produced by heels, as fine as the feet of a damsel, camouflaged by the murderous nature of its wearer. The people who looked at him didn't do it for the attractiveness of the man, but for the grimace drawn on the porcelain features. Steps stopped in front of a door, corresponding to a fighter. 

         ❛ So that's what the famous second spider technique consists of. It's terrible and interesting, I don't deny it. But not impossible to destroy... ❜ 

 The chuckle deep in his throat gave way to a groan. Slow slide of the wet  muscle on the petals as the corrupted aura slowly unleashed. 

        ❛ Sate... how will I contain my excitement at seeing his head roll? Soon, soon everyone will fall... ❜ 

 And the silhouette of the transmuter disappears down one of the corridors, the clock starts ticking.

        ❛ I can't play with him yet, I need a plan... ❜

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❛ And I see Illumi. But it’s better to mind in my own business by now. ♠︎ ❜

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LMAO

Today’s Hisoka of the day is:

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Are you and Gon friends?

❛ I wouldn’t call it friendship, but we’re close enough.~ ❜

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JNASKD, it’s not that good, but I really appreciate your words. ;;;; <3

narnia going absolutely ham writing super long, incredible, detailed drabbles every day……. everyone needs to follow them Right Now and look how talented they are 😤  @smileforhire

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Hisoka, do you have a favorite memory of killing someone? Was there anyone you ever regretted having to kill? Anyone you want to fight/kill at the moment?

❛ Interesting. I’ll answer these questions in order.~ ❜

❛ First of all, I will make it clear that the dead have never interested me, like broken toys, so their images have been erased from my memory. All blood I have shed has been for a purpose; satisfy me ♥︎, so that answers the first question, they all have a special place since they fulfilled their function.

Regret? If I lived with regrets, would I still do what I do today? There goes the second answer.

Oh uh ~ I have a collection of interesting toys that I would like to break right now, Chrollo will always be one of them, but everything will be brought to its correct time. Patience is a virtue, my dear anon. ♠︎ ❜

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Fine fingers dance on an already cold surface. Press and press, but nothing sprouts, or nothing reacts to its cause. Like the fall of a feather, the touch of an adult is perceived in the derma, pale and milky, a complete  loss of nuance. Eyes point taciturn towards the sky, a useful search for the consent of that clothed mother as a bride, but what message would a dead transmit? all secrets jealously guarded on frozen cords. A card lies sunken until the drawing in the center is hidden under the skin layer. Elegant flapping of his eyelashes reveals a duo of midnight suns, they possess a personal glint as they're loaded with unsatisfied lust. Commissures descend in clear disappointment, wrapping the fingers between each strand to hold the head firmly. Yes, the ace of spades remained to guard the corpse, while its owner walks away in the distance with the severed skull in hand. There was no bone, arteries, or muscles hanging, the cut was clean and professional. The work was done, like the death that knocks on the door. He was the grim reaper.