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I did this nark and tweeted it last night
broken toy, broken toy, broken toy. a clockwork stumbling of words, a STATIC of what this night has unfolded in when he was convinced he would return home with all his limbs his own. the only semblance of control he OWNS, the only thing that will not leave him in this world – no longer RESPONDS when he calls it.
where he imagines a SNARL taking root, a flash of ( demon, demon, demon ) teeth for the manipulator, there is none —- only a possible quirk of lips if his nen hadn’t been SQUANDERED, hadn’t been stolen by the pinprick of a needle’s tooth in his spine. but, even when he can feel his muscles aching, the PAIN they must have felt finally, FINALLY, capturing the last kurta in it’s teeth, curiosity is still a venture to swallow.
❛Is…i-is that what l-lives m-mean to you? They a-are j…just toys…❜ heat FLOODS his being, takes him into FIRE at how much he strains to speak, to UNDERSTAND how murder can taste so good to someone.
how possible it is to love the smell of MONSTER.
even when he begs his body, prays to whoever may be listening that he needs his fingers to STRANGLE, his feet to kick, his tongue to GRAZE wounds into the other but —- no fingers quirk to action.
what a defeat; the last DROP of Kurtan blood && no movement can be found to stop it. ❛What h-happened to…you; what m-made you so-so power-hungry?❜
❝ Power-hungry is a little excessive, you know? Maybe a little money-hungry... ❞ Shalnark chuckled lightly to himself, teasing his own reputation within the members of the Troupe. Few things in this world made him as happy as money was able to and that knowledge was well-known among his comrades.
He scratches lightly at his chin in thought, gaze drifting away and to the upper left of his sockets before falling back to his bright-eyed captive. If only there was a way to keep that color so brilliant without them fading with the Kurta’s emotions...
❝ You say that like its a bad thing, though. Is it so hard for you to realize that I’m a thief? We don’t ask, we just take. Whatever we want -- including people. Geez... If I knew you were going to be this talkative I would have shut off your volume. Its been a while since I’ve had a toy who likes to talk back so much. ❞
A sigh presses through his lips before the same hand that was at his chin moves to rub at the muscles in the back of his neck. Shalnark was still far from top form after exerting himself so much with Autopilot and it would be a long few days having to deal with all this soreness.
By: なつめ
Gon let out an irritated grumble – so much for being able to help out Kurapika with tracking. However, at least talking for an extended period of time meant that Gon was slowly becoming accustomed to Shalnark’s scent, and would no doubt remember it. It would only work well to track him within a certain range, but hey, it was better than nothing.
“I’m only getting involved in your business if you’re bothering my friends.” Which incidentally was all the time in Kurapika’s case, but instead of coming to blows Gon simply wanted a little birthday ice cream. What was so wrong with that?
“HUH!?” Gon gawped. “Because that’s what you’re supposed to do, that’s why!!” He shouted, though his argument lacked any strong foundations. He grabbed the branch and swung back around so he was no longer upside down, legs dangling over the sides and idly swaying to and fro.
“Anyway, at least if you’re buying me ice cream you can keep tabs on me and I won’t be causing you guys any trouble, right?”
❝ Don’t feel like it. ❞
Shalnark merely offered the boy a -- slightly -- mocking smile, lips curling upward softly in what could have easily been confused with warmth and friendliness. Regardless of what Gon’s reasoning was for making the Spider buy him an ice cream, Shalnark wasn’t scheduled to see any of his fellow Troupe members for some time. Follow him all you’d like, Gon. There wouldn’t be anything you’d get out of it.
❝ A lot of us don’t know our birthdays, so we don’t generally celebrate. There’s no point, you know? ❞
More than likely Gon didn’t know. With the way he was going on about demanding something about a birthday gift he was very used to getting presents for the occasion. Too bad he wouldn’t be able to convince this one.
❝ Well--!! Since nothing came about with this, I should get going. I don’t really feel like hanging out with an entitled little boy right now, sorry. ❞
With that, Shalnark pushed himself up slightly from the branch and allowed himself to slide off it to fall the short distance to the ground. He landed on his feet (with a small ‘hup--!!’) and brushed his pants free of wrinkles and any debris that may have been pulled down with him from the tree.
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❝ Maybe so — but so was Batman’s, right ? A grown man in a bat suit. Can’t get more self-explanatory than that . ❞
She’s more amused than defensive, her hand curling into a fist as it settled matter-of-factly beneath her chin. Her grin is sly, easy, now seemingly at ease with the encounter as a whole as a soft hum of intrigue settled in the hollow of her throat.
❝ Mmm, doesn’t ring a bell — but maybe you could gimme a little refresher . ❞
... Batman..? He’d never heard of anyone like that... He’d have to look it up on the Hunter website later to see if anything came up. If there was an entire underground community of masked crusaders, Danchou would like to know about it.
❝ You’ve heard of the Phantom Troupe, haven’t you? ❞
Most of those who Shalnark has told his allegiance thought he was joking. The Troupe was known for its ruthlessness, not for someone as... gentle looking as the Manipulator.
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SLAMS INTO AND SCREECHES !!!!!
❝ Ow--!! What was that for..?? ❞
Hello there, I’m Yuuki and I’m a new Chrollo Lucilfer rper. Can you reblog this if you’re willing to rp with me? I’ll check your blog later.
Just a warning: there will be mature stuff!
Thanks in advance!
can snart art or can snart snot
❝ I don’t snot if that’s what you’re asking. ❞
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❝ PANTHER. ❞
She speaks it with ease, confidence, almost reminiscent of a purr if there weren’t such a hard edge to her tone. One hand comes to rest on her hip after tossing aside one of her ponytails, thick blonde locks settling behind her shoulder as her head cants to the side. He’s difficult to read, but she liked to think she could detect double meanings pretty well. Even if he had his suspicions, it’d be best to play along ( although he seems fairly unassuming… ) .
❝ She’s a pretty cool cat, if you ask me. Your turn — I want a name to go with all these questions. ❞
❝ Panther? Well, isn’t that obvious. Maybe you..-- she should have gone for something a little more vague than the first thing that came to mind. ❞
He probably could have guessed that after a few tries. Sad, really. But, oh well. It wasn’t like it was any of his business what she called herself anyway. Even if it was a bit lame.
❝ The name’s Shalnark. And that’s it. Maybe you’ve heard of me, maybe you haven’t. You’ve definitely heard of my friends, though, that’s for sure. ❞
Some not cool shit…
you are nothing but glass here, Kurta child. born of a slaughtered society; it is no wonder RED is what paints your eyes at the height of a moment.
breath dwindled, the PRESSURE of the world concaving at his ribcage causes his lungs to beat to a faster tune; but outwards, there is no VISAGE of such a thumping fear inside him, muscles caught in aura to tight to break. outward, he is a collection of almost-boredom, almost-there. he is a HOARDING of almosts, wreathed in human skin.
fear-sought && anger STARVED, there is no movement he can breathe life into in this space, only listen. && as he listens, the animated corpse of a boy once WROUGHT with life, his anger rises. blood boils like fire has been lit under him; like it has always been apart of the CONSTRUCT of his skeleton. red has never been so VIVID in his eyesight.
as much as he can, gaze LITTERS itself with hate and DISDAIN for the manipulator. outwards, he is ice incarnate but inside is a muddled collapsation of his world. he was never meant to end here.
the Kurta clan dies with you, kurta child. ❛You…e-enjoy this. What r-really appeals y….you to death so m-much?❜
❝ Wow..! I’d almost forgotten what your eyes looked like when they turned like that. Its said to be one of the most beautiful colors in the world, right? ❞ Shalnark then offered a pause, leaning closer until their noses were almost touching. He stared deeply into that scarlet red, a fire enclosed within those irises that burned with all the anger and hatred the world was capable of producing in that moment.
He grinned then, and laughed lightly, ❝ Sorry, sorry! Its been such a long time since I’ve seen eyes like yours that weren’t in a jar. I didn’t know the glass dulled the color so much! They’re truly very beautiful in person. ❞
❝ I can see why Danchou wanted them so much! ❞
It was nothing more than a taunt, begging the Kurta boy to wish him to the deepest depths of the underworld -- to desire an escape from this control that was so great that death would have become a welcome relief. This was Shalnark’s true skill as a Manipulator, the ability to use every byte of information at his disposal for his own benefit and joy. To torture his captives with words instead of knives.
After all, the right words could be sharper than any blade.
❝ Of course I enjoy this, but not like how you think I do. Killing the people I capture with my Nen is the worst part. They end up broken and I just have to go find a new toy to play with. But you... You’re going to be my new favorite toy. And don’t think I’ll let you get broken so easily. ❞
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Shalnark’s voice brought Gon to a halt more than his words. He was completely unaffected. Gon was totally screwed. This dude was stupidly powerful and seemed to have his heart set on making Gon.. ….what did he want anyway? Gon turned around slowly. He hated this so much holy crap. Dammit it all he was just some nothing guy why did Shalnark…?? Wait a minute. “I’m not a Hunter anymore.. can’t you tell?” Gon turned his palms towards the Spider. “I’m .. I don’t … I lost it dude. I can’t use it anymore.” Gon lowered his eyes and felt his face get hot. “If I could, don’t ya think I would have by now? I’m just a .. nobody. I park cars and stuff like that.” So much for hanging on to his dignity.
Gon hadn’t felt this shitty in a long time. Even if he wanted to stop Shalnark.. he couldn’t. He didn’t want to, but Gon walked back to where that other man stood and crossed his arms to protect whatever shred of anything he had left. Sheesh this was humiliating.
“If anything I’m gonna slow ya down.”
❝ So it didn’t occur to you that’s exactly why I thought you were a good target? ❞
Hm.
❝ A Hunter is still a Hunter, whether or not they can use their Nen or not. -- But, a Hunter parking cars is a lot easier to take care of than a Hunter out and about actually searching for trouble, no? ❞
With all this excessive security around, the easiest and smartest route in was alongside someone still privy to information, but not very high up on the ladder of order. Whether that was because of their abilities, or that thy weren’t to be trusted hadn’t exactly been a factor in all of it. Easy.
❝ A Hunter down on the ground interacting with those in attendance would have been told at lest what to look for, in regards to who or what. You even got the location of the safe, did you not? Just because you were the first probable responder. I just took you out of the equation. ❞
The change in his captive’s attitude didn’t faze Shalnark in the least; instead, he merely pointed back to the original point of having come all this way: the safe. ❝ Like I said before. The code. ❞