you have your anger, and i have mine. (surprise me >: ) )
dear @mindsafe: there’s a tear in the flesh of his thigh — - hisoka had allowed the injury out of curiosity. it’s clashes awfully with the green fabric of his pant leg — it’s an ugly look. hisoka clicks his tongue in disregard & momentarily gorges his nails into the wound. he has no ties to regret — but even he would say that his curiosity has been a disappointment.
so many people are like bugs. hisoka loves them, typically — loves the way that they swell in swarms & drink together & cheat beneath the table & convince themselves of morality. he joins them sometimes, acting as a tourist. he hears so much clamor about things like honor & duty & livestock & shop hours. he hears so much sweet pangs of talk about late night entertainment & swears & blood stained dust & gambles on who would live or die.
the bug people emerge from crevices. some of them call themselves warriors. it’s charming in the way that looking at an intricate dollhouse may be charming — in a nostalgic, dismissive way.
but truth will out truth will out truth will out — hisoka can close his eyes, can smell perfumes & sweat in the air. in the same breath, he can smell the strength of a potential opponent ( even a bug person ) as though it were on a scale of 1-100.
he knew that his opponent was weak. but his nen had such potential. it was a fit of want that made encouraged him to offer one hit to his opponent. to see what would happen.
even weak wounds can cut deep given the opportunity.
he will heal naturally. after the fight, hisoka kissed his fingers —- pink power flares into being, & he presses it into his wound. this is adequate enough healing & sealing.
the injury is a happy nuisance made all the more spectacular by illumi’s decision to intrude —- hisoka has rented a room in a local inn, & it’s short of spectacular. however, when he enters the lobby . . . illumi perches his disguise on an uncomfortable wooden chair.
perhaps the disappointment of his last fight makes him bitter. even so, hisoka is optimistic about their conversation — optimistic enough to startle the bored looking receptionist with exaggerated vocal encouragements to illumi’s disguised figure to please. join him in his room. please. you look lovely.
optimism turns acrid. as thrilling as illumi may be, he is prone to bouts of nonsense. he talks sometimes of family & duty as though he were talking about glory. he talks about work as though it were all the same.
hisoka decides he’s not in the mood. there’s something he’s done to agitate illumi sense of personal injustice, perhaps, & it’s all very righteous.
still —- hisoka can play host. he hums & nods & makes himself poisonous. he finds himself very accommodating, of course. but he bores of being accommodating.
there’s bungee gum again ( pink power ) —- & it sticks illumi’s lips closed. there had been no hostility in the gesture, so it had been difficult to block.
only then does hisoka shush his company. he shakes his head once & tries to feign carrying on amid the new silence. illumi draws his needles, however. the needles soundsenticing, but theyalso sounds like a half-formed fight.
with a long-suffering sigh, hisoka drops his nen.
dispassionately, illumi says: you have your anger, and i have mine.
& hisoka almost groans. he almost shatters a window because no no & no. illumi, darling, don’t be boring.
people can assume whatever they like of him — crimes, perversions, strengths, & weaknesses. they can assume what makes him happy or sad or angry.
but don’t be boring.
the gel in hisoka’s hair is starting to collapse. he runs a hand through his hair to try to make it stay for a little longer.
‘ yes, yes. i’m terribly angry all the time. i’m so slighted, ‘ he breathes a lie. it tastes funny; it tastes rotten. ‘ do you know how many people try to act out of spite or revenge ? come now. we can do better that. like what you like. there is no need to defend your cause. preach to the choir, darling. so either fight me properly or tell me something thrilling. you angry, angry man. ‘
the zoldycks are different, however. they are dangerous; they are pretend-royalty. of course, the elite die just the same as the common. hisoka learned that years ago.
so he tries again, thoughtfully: ‘ we’re similar, maybe. but not for the sake of anger. good god, have you no respect? ‘
half of what he says is sardonic.
tonight he had been: curious, disappointed, optimistic, irritated, & diplomatic.
tonight has been all too short.
‘ try again, illumi. ‘
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you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!
unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!
tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.
bonus rules:
you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny
take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)
apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender
have fun and be yourself!
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