trust my rage.

RP account for Kurapika from HUNTER X HUNTER Associated with Koi No Yokan!

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drboomy‌:

No job market? But doesn’t every city have one? Maybe that kid was just as clueless about that as him? Of course, kids hardly bother with such things anyway. Although its hard to guess a human’s age… maybe they look younger than they are? The thought of getting himself an abandoned place got through him already, but leaves him with the same-old problem. Renovations. Changes. Work.

“Hmph, I can’t just do my work inside dusty ruins, I need a laboratory. And— I have high standarts. If you know about a building that’s not on the verge of falling apart though, that might be already a start.”

Maybe that fellow comes in handy after all.

“That’s easy to find, I know of one that’s in this area.” Without telling the other to follow he started walking ahead to the abandoned building he had mentioned, after a while of pacing, the both of them stood in front of a building. This building was one that you could tell was abandoned with one glance, paint seemed to be fading and the windows were boarded up. Not only that, but the door almost seemed to be off it’s hinges. Though Kurapika didn’t show much reaction, wear didn’t phase him that much. He had seen plenty of abandoned buildings in Yorknew, it was rather commonplace to see for him at this point. He pointed his index finger right at the building and spoke, not turning to face the other whatsoever. “It’s right here.”

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@holyconjure  hit that heart

It really appears like he’s in need of a new lab to achieve his goals. Somewhere within the Belladonna District. But right now, Dr.Boom is just sitting there, brooding loudly over the ‘where’ and ‘how’. Which is a frustrating task to do. “Hrm, I need something like— an abandoned building. But that would still leave me with all the renovations, right?—”

“—sounds like awfully much work I’m not willing to do myself. That’s the stuff I had assistants for. Well, I guess I need new assistants first. Is there a job market around here?”

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Kurapika couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, just who was this person? He couldn’t help but feel a sense of suspicion in the air - were they on the side of good or evil - or just neutral? He was just going to keep an eye on the other and play along for now, he could probably find out more about the other when he converses with them.  “Not any that I would know of,” Kurapika informed, “However, you may find an abandoned place somewhere. I’m sure there’s plenty.”

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killuit‌:

“ Great. Now, let’s discuss fees. I charge $30 an hour for my services, effective once you get thrown in jail. Oh, but you’re getting a discount since you’re my friend, so feel lucky. I expect payment in cash. Deal? Right, nice doing business with you. ”

He’s kidding. Maybe.

“...”

“Alright... I’ll... make sure I get Yen to pay you with, then.” Welp, it was time to go job hunting now.

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killuit‌:

“ Wrong of you to assume he wouldn’t get us into unexpected trouble in the first place. This is Gon we’re talking about. I go into missions with him fully expecting to do twice the work than what I signed up for. It’s my job to clean up his messes, so you have nothing to worry about. 

Anyway, all I’m saying is, leave the prison riot to us. You can pay us back later with dinner or something. ”

Well, Killua was right. Gon was always the one who tended to do things outside the box and break some rules more times than not, so he could break Kurapika out of prison if he did get stuck there. The same goes with Killua, he knew Killua had top notch assassination skills, so breaking in and out would be a cinch. With a gentle smile, he replied back.

“Alright, that’s fine by me. I’m counting on you.”

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killuit‌:

“ Don’t say that like he’s sick or something. He’s fine. That stupid movie has nothing to do with whether he can start a prison break. ”

“Well, while it is true... I have my worries he may start an uproar and get us into more trouble than we’ll expect.”

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killuit‌:

“ I’m saying that’s not a problem… you don’t pay anything if you escape. If for some reason you couldn’t, then Gon would break you out, because he wouldn’t let you rot in prison. And whatever he does, I’m in on too. ”

“I appreciate it, but...”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea when Gon has an obsession with the Lorax right now?”

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killuit‌:

“ You’re making it sound like that’s a problem. D’you know how easy it is to break out of prison? All you need is a spoon. 

I bet my old man would pay top dollar for pictures. Even he couldn’t kill that guy. ”

“That may be true but there’s also jenny- yen costs involved, prison will be a hefty price if I end up there. If I escape, who knows if they’ll put me in a more heavily guarded place, and my bail is pricier than before?” When he heard Killua’s comment after he made that statement, he sure did wish he did take pictures. Only because that would be more than enough cash to save his butt if he ends up in jail.

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thievishgoblin‌:

The Goblin feels a little bad now for his harsh reaction. The other really doesn’t want to harm him, right? Maybe he’s been at the Hyacinth Academy and just looked for a quiet place to rest?  A little awkwardly, Sakyr scratches his cheeck, feets shuffling as he’s searching for words. The thought that the other might have come for the tree too and watched him doing his magic, isn’t crossing his mind at that point.

“It’s fine.” He mumbles, before continuing a little more confident.

“So… are you from the academy? Do you go to school here?”

His posture calmed and his shoulders were less tense, knowing he wasn’t in a threatening situation and the other didn’t seem irritated. If anything, it seemed a little awkward. Understandable, because the other did consider him a threat at first.  Kurapika shook his head at the answer, “No, I was just on a stroll. Do you?”

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killuit‌:

what the heck that’s

                    awesome

   did u get pics???

“I didn’t. There wasn’t any time. If there’s any photographic evidence that I killed him on my phone, I’d definitely be arrested.” “...Also- please not too loud.”

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killuit‌:

Although Kurapika’s comments were surely meant to be reassuring, the use of the term ‘cult’ sends both hands dragging down Killua’s face, as if in physical pain. Why does that word keep popping up! “ It’s nothing like a cult– ” Except- in certain instances, it could very well be … “ Geez, do you even know what the internet is? ” A disgruntled huff follows.

He kicks at rocks on the ground as they walk, highlighting his displeasure, but as he does so, his mind drifts, and a topic of greater importance surfaces in the wake of these distracting events; namely, one regarding the other’s mere presence in this city, given that he had all but fallen off the map for a number of months. –Yes, for months they had lost all contact, any attempts at communication met with radio silence, yet here he now walked, calm yet tired and somber, almost as though a ghost–a flitting existence that is never really there to begin with, always contemplating something else, ever elsewhere. Perhaps he had not initially asked why due to his nature, perhaps due to how little it concerned him … unless, in fact, it did.

Hands drifting into his pockets, he takes a few steps ahead of where Kurapika walked and stopped to face the other, as if indicating a shift in tone; memories of the Troupe and Yorknew resurface, with them the image of the sort of person Kurapika shaped himself to be …

“ Actually, Kurapika, why are you here? ” His tone is suspicious, but it is directed more toward the possibility of what the other’s presence signifies rather than at the person himself. “ You’re not the type to waste your time sightseeing. The only reason you’d be in a place like this is if the Troupe has been here. ”

He watches the other’s expression closely, in the case that it should betray the slightest untruthfulness. If such dangerous people resided within the city’s limits, he must know and plan accordingly … for Alluka’s sake.

“ … Right? ”

“Of course I know what the internet is,” That comment that seemed sarcastic, but Kurapika’s facial expression showed otherwise. His expression was his usual calm one. “I’m just saying I can understand the view point since his thinking is still stuck in the last century.” A small sigh erupted from Kurapika, “Besides. I’d take someone believing the Internet is a.. well... cult than believing the Lorax is real.” Soon silence had filled the area, it wasn’t as awkward was it seemed because Kurapika could understand Killua was a little irritated and he mad need to calm down. However, he wasn’t expecting the question that soon came forward afterwards. It looked like Killua knew part of his reason for being here, but did he know that he succeeded in killing their leader?  His heartbeat sharply rose at the word ‘Troupe’, but he gave Killua an honest answer. “I was here for the Troupe - the Troupe’s leader to be more specific.” After that, he made sure he said this confession as quietly as he could. After all, if the word got out, there could be trouble. He knew he could get arrested if it was known he murdered someone here, Chrollo was considered just an innocuous bystander here. Nothing else, nothing more. So no police or law would think twice or think anything else. At least if his arrest would happen eventually, it’d be better if it waited a little while longer. “But now I’m not sure what to do, considering I killed him.”

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     Sakyr approaches a wilted beech, standing a little outside the campus of the Hyacinth Academy. There are countless cuts on the tree’s bark. The names of students and love promises long forgotten. Sakyr’s hands glow a little as he’s touching the tree. While the cuts all disappear, the bark begins to regrow and green buds appear on the trees twigs. Once wilted and dead, the tree is alive again. With a bit of an exhausted sigh, Sakyr lowers his hands and his eyes wander over the campus. Just as he begins to wonder how it is, to actually visit a school, he’s hearing footsteps behind him in the grass and whirls around, his hand resting over the hilt of his steel knife. But the person that just appeared doesn’t appear hostile at least. His hand moves away again from his knive, although hesitantly.

”You startled me!” @holyconjure​ liked for a starter

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Kurapika had focused on moving forward in his path, but he had quickly stopped once he saw the man’s hands glowing a little ahead of him. It was strange, it seemed nothing like the Nen abilities he’s seen back home. If anything, this seemed like... pure magic? Something you’d find in a fantasy novel and such and not in the real world, it almost seemed too good to be true. He had to admit, he was curious. He wanted to take a closer look, maybe see just what kind of magic this could be... He stepped forward, but was soon halted in place once the other noticed his footsteps. He was shocked, usually he was good at stepping quietly but it seemed like the other quickly noticed him. Hiding his shocked expression he had on his face just a while ago, he quickly apologized to the other.

“Ah...” He looked down then stared back at the other, “Sorry.”

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killuit:

“ My sister healed him, ” he answered bluntly, his tone conveying he thought little of the entire situation ( especially with his family now at a safe distance … ). Although analytical in nature similar to Kurapika, he was well beyond questioning Alluka’s condition, for so long as she remained healthy, he saw no need to dwell upon it. “ She’s got this thing … actually, it’s easier for you to see it in person. I’ll have her show you later when we see Gon. ”

Indeed, he could sense a change in his friend since they had last rendezvoused, becoming apparent with the slight pauses, the hesitations, the weight upon both words and visage. This change is one that began long ago, the way in which it diseased unbeknownst to him but evident in those cues–so perceptive he tends to be–and a spark of curiosity alighted at the question of what all occurred, considering the severity of their previous mission together; but it did not pose as something worth pursuing in his mind, as he could no longer entangle himself in such dangers while he had someone to protect.

“ Whatever the case, you’d think that he’d bother to educate himself after knowing about it months. Geez… ” Turning the phone toward him, he gave the photo one last grimaced look before returning the device to his pocket. “ Yeah, 19th century or something, but I wasn’t listening. You know what that guy said? He told me that he wasn’t gonna let me join the internet. What the hell does that mean? ” He doesn’t doubt that a few years of his life got shaved off after hearing that. “ And then he got mad at me! Go figure! ”

“Alright.” Kurapika replied cooly, he could ask what he was thinking at the moment: that if Killua knew of a creature from the Dark Continent. But for now, Kurapika was just going to ignore that and not question it. However, he was rather curious about Alluka. How was she like exactly? He only heard rumors, that the creature could have a rather morbid side to them. But if Killua was on good terms, she had to be nicer than she seemed... Well, he’ll find that out later, correct? It’d be good to know more about Killua too, he had never really gotten to know much about the other. The only thing he did know about Killua’s past was that he was a part of the infamous Zoldyck family line of assassins and that they were rather abusive and manipulative towards him (from Killua himself). He never did get to know much about the other siblings except for Illumi. There was also the servants that lived at the mansion too, he remembered the man he played the coin toss game with rather vividly. Currently, the servants seemed a little better than the family themselves... His focus shifted back on this new person Killua was mentioning. Was he from the 19th century? It would make sense, the clothes looked a little old for the currently time. That, and nobody could be this naive when it came to technology unless they came from a time without any in sight. Okay, that line about not letting him join the internet made Kurapika chuckle.

“He probably assumed it was a cult, the signs everywhere could’ve added to his suspicions. As ridiculous and strange as it is, I can understand why.”

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killuit:

He knew not how much his friend had been filled in on regarding the events surrounding NGL, but it appeared to be enough to get the general gist of the severity of the fallout; if fate were so typical, they would have gone through the same trials together, all four of them, just as they had so long ago during the Hunter Exam, and there would be no gap in between, simply a stronger bond. But things did not weave so elegantly, resulting in a rift that could never be supplemented by details alone; only those who ventured to the isolated content knew of the depth of the trials which followed, and the same rang true with those who now dared to chart the Dark Continent. 

A slight shift in tone followed, and words which were previously laden by wariness were replaced by an attitude far more commonplace, even if still a bit guarded. “ He’s completely healed. ” Arms falling from behind his head, he waved a finger.

“ But he’s still 100% an idiot. No miracle can fix his head. ” Although, he supposed he could technically wish for Alluka to make Gon a bit less of thick-headed, impulsive, selfish–… no, he should not dare humor the thought–it was far too tempting.

“ You’ll have plenty of time to do that now. Congratulations. ” 

A small silence then extended between them, one not one terribly long but just noticeable enough to cause Killua to cringe internally. Of the four in their group, Kurapika stood out as the one hardest to talk to, only accentuated by the fact that Gon was not here to carry along the conversation. –Or, really, come to think of it, it is due to Gon that most interactions end up as fulfilling as they tend to be, as that guy often takes care of the majority of the talking …

“ So,” he begins again, although a bit pointedly. “ I dunno how much you know about this place, but it’s really weird. Half the people here don’t even know how to use a cell phone. ” Upon speaking those words, he searches on his own cell phone for a photo, eventually pulling up a photo of his mentor attempting to take a picture of himself, but the phone is in calculator mode. Appearing exasperated, he turns to phone toward Kurapika. “ There’s no reason for adults to be this stupid. ” 

“Really...?” Kurapika’s eyes widened, even if he knew Gon healing was a miracle. It still surprised him, he needed to ask and confirm his theory. Was it that Dark Continent creature? “...How?” He ignored Killua’s sarcasm, it was pretty commonplace for Killua to make such comments. Well, from what he remembered while training to become a hunter anyway. He didn’t quite realize he was too silent, he was far too used to being quiet more often than not. Most of the times when he had to talk to people these days were related to his mission, it was almost like he had forgotten how to carry a casual conversation. Thankfully, the other would do that for him. That new information caught his intrigue in the strangest way, he replied to it in an instant. “Is that so? Maybe they come from a different time without technology...” He glanced at the screenshot right before him - and it was really something alright. God, he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. How can anyone accidentally pick the calculator app when the camera was so easy to find? He regained himself right afterwards, “Do you know what year he’s from by any chance?”

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killuit:

Is he sure? –Absolutely not, but he could do little else. 

“ It’s gonna have to work, because I’m tired of him waking me up at night to talk about that stupid movie. ” He has not gotten a full night of sleep ever since this started … and if it continues, he might actually lose his mind. “ If he refuses to listen to me, I’ll find other ways of convincing him. ” Like locking him out of the house until he relents … 

“Does he...?” Wow, that was surprising - and a little obsessive. All this over fiction? He couldn’t believe this at all! Even if Killua’s actions seemed a little intense, maybe that’s what they had to. There was no way to stop Gon, he was on a rampage over the Lorax. “You might have to lock him out of that’s the case.”

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killuit:

“ Yeah, that sounds about right. ” He knew how deeply ideas get lodged in that guy’s head and how hard it is to make him change his mind, and it is due to that that a ruckus is almost inevitable. “ Knowing him, he’s gonna do something stupid. I’ll talk some sense into him, so don’t worry about it. ” 

However, Killua was an absolute fool for ever thinking that Gon would listen to him.

“Are you sure...?” Kurapika wasn’t quite convinced, after all, he could note Gon was rather persistent about sticking to the fabricated lies in his head. It seems like it’d take a lot of control to stop Gon - and that wouldn’t be easy. It seemed like something that’d take many days at most. “He didn’t seem to want to listen even when I kept trying to explain to him how it wasn’t real.”

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killuit:

“ So, what’s the problem? ” His tone carried a bit of expectancy, as if he waited for Kurapika to deliver the key piece of information that would explain Gon’s behavior, but when no such thing arrived, an explanation soon hit him, and a look of extreme exasperation followed suit. “ Don’t tell me … Gon doesn’t know it’s not real. ” 

Well, Killua had understood before Kurapika could tell him what the problem was. That was kind of a relief, but the situation with Gon? It really wasn’t. “He doesn’t.” Kurapika ran his fingers through his bangs, “I tried explaining him and telling him it wasn’t real, I even told him to notice the animators in the credits. But he still seems to believe it’s real. I hope he won’t cause a ruckus in the city over this..”

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killuit:

Given how fond Killua is of his partner, it would be expected for the mentioning of Gon to only further lighten his face, but the opposite occurred: he could be described as growing markedly passive, and both arms reached up behind his head, an indication of indifference, or at least a front of it.

“ Yeah. He arrived here about a week ago. ” Even though physically incapable of looking down at most others due to his short stature, he still maintained the appearance of doing so as he appraised the other–his friend, and Gon’s friend, too. Although the nightmare wrought in NGL ended a number of months ago, speaking in regards to his partner could not help but make him wonder–

Where were you when Gon was … ?

Ultimately, he managed to return Gon to a normal state without Kurapika’s assistance, so no true fault could be cast toward his friend, especially considering that Killua intended to achieve that feat alone to begin with; but he could not help but feel a twinge of irritation when contemplating the matter, as Gon was there when Kurapika needed his help … so for what reason was the gesture not returned– for what reason was Gon, someone who helps everyone, not shown the same care? –And it is in this way that he felt the most aggravation.

And Killua, having grown into a fiercely protective person, now felt wariness toward the prospect of something similar happening again, of his partner getting hurt and the Kurta being nowhere to be found.

Spinning on his heel, he proceeded forward to begin escorting the other around the city, although his words remained fixed upon the previous topic.

“ I can take you to him later… he’d be happy to see you. You two haven’t talked to each other since Yorknew, right? ”

“Has he?”

He turned his head, intrigued.

Was Gon alright now?

He hadn’t gotten much of the news, since he had constantly ghosted the other three to focus on his own mission. It was only until he recently got into contact with Leorio again that he heard what happened to Gon while he was gone for such a prolonged period. Apparently, he had been healed by a miracle. Leorio told Kurapika pretty excitedly how Gon seemed to be back in one piece and how there were no signs of injuries on his body. 

He didn’t want to seem to be a pessimist but was it really true? If he came out alive, he’d have to have some deep wounds on his body at least. 

Unless this was the work of that rumored Dark Continent creature? 

No, that can’t be it... could it?

“I know he got into a pretty intense battle, is he completely healed from that?”

He couldn’t help but ask either way, he needed some confirmation. Usually, he believed Leorio but that story seemed tricky to believe. Could miracles happen that easily...? Before he could wander off into the thoughts he had constantly, he followed the younger one’s path. 

“No, we haven’t. I haven’t talked to you in quite a while either.”