These eyes will not weep

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[bloriblomi]

Emoji Challenge! Kurapika D3! Commissions are open!

[kinadena]

[I’m sorry for disappearing in the past two weeks. Slightly losing the motivation for this muse, and I’ve been busy as well. Sorry about that. Will get to the drafts in a bit. Probably finish of a few short replies or something]

[cruentumscurra]

   “You’re as sharp as ever, Kurapika. The boss’s abilities are vast, but during our time in York New, he’s actually gained one related to information… You may actually be well acquainted with what he’s stolen, so I’ll give you a guess,” He raises a finger, indicating each number that he’s about to say. “One, is it Pakunoda’s memory bullets? Two, an ability to read minds from one of the ten dons- or three, Neon Nostrade’s Lovely Ghostwriter?” ♣

[kinadena]

“...Just what is it with you and games?”

If this were about anything other than the Spider, Kurapika probably would have left already. Instead, he merely sat there, struggling to gather what patience he had left. He pointed to the third finger before crossing his arms.

“When he steals these abilities, is the strength reduced? It’s difficult to imagine him still falling into my trap if Neon’s ability had warned him.”

[cruentumscurra]

    “Very well, I suppose I’ll do it just to fulfill what was asked,” Hisoka shrugs and peers around, turning to walk over to a collapsed survivor and step on his head. Bringing his foot up steadily, he slams it down, the high heel of his shoe digging into the man’s skull. “My, aren’t you observant. It’s true, I can be picky- but surely anyone can understand something like that.” ♣

[kinadena]

“ Chacun à son goût ” he replied, doing his best not to cringe at the sound of bone grinding against flesh. “I understand, but I don’t sympathize with it.”

With the cash transfer finished, Kurapika went deeper into the hall to look for more people to dispose of. As soon as he stepped into the shadows however, he saw a glint of something metallic. Acting purely on instinct, he jumped back and ran for cover while the enemy opened fire.

[ayabereitoarchive]

allukaxzoldyck asked: Kurapika or Leorio

[inboxideas]

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

(anons welcome)

[puppetwoodling-blog]

“But…what about ice cream? It is my favorite dessert. I don’t think I could stay away from it for too long!”

[kinadena]

“You will, once you’ve experienced an ice cream headache bad enough. You might even swear off it.”

[all-things-rp-moved]

The 14th (gif/icon) in your folder is your muse trying to seduce their crush.

[kinadena]

[hunters-x-spiders]

Chrollo ignored the giant spider as it crawled across his chest to sit right over his heart. It’s mouth tugging at the chains that bound the two together as it seemed to eat the slack, incorporating the chain into it’s own body. 

The Thief had no room to dodge this time, he was up against a wall with no where to go as the heavy metal wrapped around him. Chrollo was thoroughly caught this time. 

“Lying?” He asked, a little out of breath as he fought to keep his balance. “Too my knowledge the girl is only here to buy it but has not made the transaction just yet.”

[kinadena]

He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm down. He had the criminal bound in chains. Still, he couldn’t shake off his feeling of unease. It still felt like something was wrong.... and he had no idea what it was. 

“Be that as it may, you’re still going to steal something that my employer wants. And I really can’t allow that.”

A quick flick of his wrist tightened the chains around the other’s body. He stepped forward cautiously to check if the man was truly restrained. The beady eyes of the spider seemed to leer at him, as if angry that its master had been incapacitated. 

“Where are the rest of your spiders?” he demanded.

[ladyandthedemon-blog]

Her grasp tightened with the every time more hasty rhythm of the man’s steps. After a few minutes of walk, she could finally adequate her movements to her companion’s, he was going fast to mislead the people behind them but still trying to be delicate enough for her. “I-I’m sorry for being such a nuisance! I was born blind so I should be used to it, but I still have a lot of difficulties…” It was no strange for her to talk about it, many people wondered about her state.

“I-In fact… I had a cane, but with all the confusion at the building, I lost it.” 

[kinadena]

“Is that so? In that case, would you prefer to go to a store instead to buy a cane?”

The density of people in the streets increased as they ventured through the district, forcing Kurapika to slow down even more so as not to lose track of Komugi. 

“And don’t apologize. You’ve already adjusted to your blindness, but it was my carelessness that caused you to lose your means of getting around.”

[cruentumscurra]

   “Not exactly,” Hisoka retorts with a smile, crossing his arms over his chest. “They found out about you with the little stunt you pulled with kidnapping Uvogin. It was only after we were playing with the boss’s new ability that I had to give a slip. I made them believe that your ability forbade me to say anything about you, therefore they couldn’t ask and I couldn’t give. You should really trust me more, Kurapika- I’m a man of my word.” ♠

[kinadena]

“I only trust people I know well. And I doubt you’d be willing to divulge secrets of yours just to earn my trust.”

He looked over at the flame-haired man again, trying to ascertain if he was spinning another tale. The events were already long-gone, and there was nothing he could do about that, but he still needed to know if the information had been forced out of Hisoka by someone else’s ability. 

“And speaking of secrets... does your boss know any abilities related to gathering information?”

[kinadena]

Button mashers

[painpackerfeitan]

Surprisingly, the chain user was doing a fine job in manoeuvring his chosen character, giving nice blows to his character. But not quite enough to defeat him. After all, he could tell the blond was still trying to figure out which combination moves he should use because of the roughness of its movement. 

He snickered at this discovery, not letting this go one. He wanted to use it against the chain us. In other words, he had forgotten he haven’t played this one /too/, high chance of him he would do the same thing like what he did, button mashing. Until his large hand for his size managed /accidentally/  to create a deadly combination that could erase a large amount of the life metre.

“…see that?”” he asked triumphantly. 

[kinadena]

Kurapika clicked his tongue, but gave no other indication that he was upset. He was definitely not letting this game get the better of him, and getting angry would only get in the way. He grabbed the controller and started mashing the buttons more systematically. A quick press of certain buttons in succession resulted in his character flying up into the air and mashing the ground with his fists...knocking off a huge chunk of his opponent’s life.

He indulged himself with a grin, but didn’t take his eyes off the screen.

“What was that? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over your character’s death throes.”

[puppetwoodling-blog]

“I don’t think that is possible for a puppet, but father doesn’t like me eating too much sweets.”

[kinadena]

“You should listen to your father and stay away from them then. Too much of anything is always bad. No exceptions.”

[kinadena]

Move out already!

[chrollolololol]

Merry making. It was the thing that has been transpiring frequently inside his humble abode; colleagues and friends of all likeness  usually churn out a planned rendezvous that includes boxes of beers, healthy amount of greasy chips and boisterous over grown men who acted cantankerous whenever they got drunk. Chrollo’s daily life consists of acting mediator to his weird bunch of college friends, for some unlikely reason they were treating him as a head and jokingly called him ‘dancho’ at weirdest times, which now became a habitual namesake tagged to him. Not that it matters to him, since they were likely to go riotous without his counsel–the hot headed trio mostly–who was gloriously taking their bets into another level whenever a can of beer was being emptied, one after another, ingesting the spirit of alcohol into their brains and not into their stomachs. 

However, it was amusing for him. When Uvogin punched the wall beside him, disturbing the solemnity of his neighbour who racked a knock from his side of the wall to gain their attention. Momentarily, Uvogin stopped laughing, so does Nobunaga and Phinks while Chrollo closes his eyes and mused on the racket his friends had made, anticipating the ill repressed silence galvanizingthe fleeting trance of knock had made; and the passing of perplexed stares in between the three of them. “–what? don’t tell me you’re being intimidated with that?” he jested, priorly to the reaction that each one of them has garnered. 

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[kinadena]

“I’m complaining about the noise you’re making. What makes you think that I’d want to join in it?”

With considerable effort, he kept his eyes fixed on the man’s face as he expressed his displeasure. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to keep his thoughts focused on his irritation, rather than on wondering if his neighbor would notice if he snuck a quick peek. Things were already awkward with him out in the hall in his dressing robe, and the black-haired stranger in his boxers of all things. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“Look, it’s not that I want to be a nag or anything, but I really really need to get some rest. Do you really have to shout to hear each other? I’m assuming none of you are deaf.”

He inclined his head to the side and looked over behind the stranger. He saw a crowd of people sitting around in the apartment, drinking and talking shouting  at each other. The number of people present made him wistfully long for home. It had been awfully lonely since he’d arrived in the city, a friendless boy from the countryside. 

“Can we decide on some sort of compromise?”

He returned his gaze to the stranger at the door... only for his eyes to wander down for a moment. Quick as he could, he locked eyes with the stranger again, praying to every spirit in existence that he didn’t notice. 

[cruentumscurra]

    “Go right ahead,” He states nonchalantly, swiping a card against one of the men’s sides and making them fall. “I’ve had my fill. These brutes aren’t tough enough to suit my tastes anyways… Should I kill all of them?” ♠

[kinadena]

He gave a shrug of his shoulders as he keyed in the security codes in his phone to deposit the money. It was a considerable sum of cash, so he supposed Nostrade must really hate this family. 

“If you’d like to. The order was for an extermination anyway.”

He lifted his eyes for a moment to look at Hisoka’s progress.

“Barely anyone in this world fits your tastes. You’re probably the world’s choosiest killer.”

[kinadena]

Vacation long overdue

[ghostlywriterneon]

‘No kidding…’ She thought as she recalled his previous outfit. Neon looked over Kurapika’s outfit, a normal suit. It looked good on him, however, she felt the need to fix up his hair. It had too many stands sticking out. Usually she would think that look would be acceptable, however, in front of important fashion designers, everything had to be absolutely perfect.

Neon waltzed right past the man holding the door, not even sparing him a glance. She was simply too excited for this, during this show they were going to show off all sorts of tropical and exotic fashion. 

“Nope! Let’s hurry up and get there!” They were already late, if Neon were to get side tracked now, knowing her, she would end up missing the entire show. Besides, she can always come back to that later. The fashion show was a now or never deal!

Neon skipped to the car and happily jumped into it. “Come on slow poke, we’re going to be super late if you don’t hurry up.” Neon had a playful tone in her voice, clearly not meaning what she was saying.

[kinadena]

“I will do my best to prevent that,” he replied, barely able to keep the sarcasm out of his tone.

He sat down beside his boss and closed the door with a bit more force than necessary. The driver gave the slightest of frowns at that, but he whisked them away to the road as fast as he could. Even in this sparsely populated island, the roads were full of large, overpriced cars. A Rolls-Royce was by no means a small car, but with the road full of nothing but Cadillacs and limousines, it was able to slip through the gaps that the larger vehicles couldn’t squeeze through. 

They were making decent progress, so Kurapika relaxed slightly against the leather seats. It was comfortable, so much more comfortable than the cars they usually drove Neon in. He made a mental note to mention this to Nostrade, who was no doubt still trying his best to make Neon happy enough to do predictions again. He gave a placid glance at the girl next to him.

“We should arrive there before the opening speeches start. How are you feeling boss?”

[kinadena]

/sits in a far off corner and watches his predecessor annoy the rest of the zodiacs/