LYRIC STARTER CALL - @bvngee song: Anti-Gravity - RUNAGROUND
“ I see the look in your eye. “

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LYRIC STARTER CALL - @bvngee song: Anti-Gravity - RUNAGROUND
“ I see the look in your eye. “
@bvngee // X
“You haven’t tried it?” She was genuinely surprised.
Hisoka was highly intelligent but most people failed to see it, too distracted by his irritating antics. If anyone paid attention they’d realise how elaborate Hisoka’s tactics in battle were. It appeared the most credit given to him was that he’s very strong. No one bothered to realise ‘why’ that was. It wasn’t brute force. It was creativity and thoughtful consideration.
And because of his creativity Machi had expected him to have tried this already. The fact that he didn’t was astonishing but perhaps that was just because there was no reason to, and because he didn’t trust anyone enough to try it out. Come to think of it, there probably weren’t many people allowed so close to Hisoka during a quiet moment, like Machi had been when she had stitched his arms back together.
His offer was tempting. She was beyond curious and her question had a very banal reason. She put the handkerchief she had been stitching a bunny on away into her bag, making her choice apparent. She doubted Hisoka was in the mood to attack her and just as interested in what might happen as Machi was.
So she went over and sat down next to him, holding out her arm. “I assume it works best if my aura does nothing?”
Starter For @bvngee
What was the best way for a hunter to keep their combat prowess in tip top shape? Well training of course, and what better training was there than putting one’s well-being on the line! All of which could be done at the world’s most popular battle site, Heaven’s Arena! With the amount of combatants that compete, there was always bound to be new and interesting opponents that used even more interesting strategies and techniques. None of which was more prevalent until the 200 floor.
It truly astounded Lan how most, if not all, the combatants that fought on this floor were nen users. Not only would he be able to keep his skills honed but he’d also be able to leave with an a new copied ability or two. Though, that wasn’t looking as likely as he thought as none of the abilities that he had come up against during his run to accumulate ten wins really interested him enough to want to store the ability using his Memory Card. While the combatants could use nen, it was evident in some fights that some had only learned nen because they had no other choice after being “initiated” while others weren’t nearly as proficient as they thought they were or were trying to simply be flashy versus having a proper effective hatsu.
It wasn’t long before accruing the necessary amount of wins, also taking a few loses along the way due to forgetting about one match and facing quite the strong child in another who he couldn’t bring himself to truly go all out against. Now he just had to pick the floor master that he wanted to face. Lan pursed his lips as he read through the list of names at the reception desk. He wanted this last fight to be against someone strong so he should probably go for the highest ranked floor master. However, if he won would he really care to take over that floor? So maybe the lowest ranked? But what if they weren’t strong enough to give him a true challenge. Decisions, decisions.
Twenty-one decisions to be exact. Twenty-one decisions that made a man who had a bit of a problem with indecisiveness begin to have steam comedically pour from his ears as his brain worked in overdrive to try and figure out who he should face. Asking the receptionist wouldn’t help since she could only really give overall details about everything. So he needed something more concrete. Oh if only there was something that would make this decision easier!
@bvngee won’t tell him his hair color
Large eyes stare at Hisoka, he’s considering if he can get to him and rip some hair out by the root, that would have to give him the answer, wouldn’t it? Though he’s not certain that he’s faster than Hisoka, an irritated sigh coming out. He’ll find out later, for that much he’s certain.
It seems that Hisoka is trying to barter if he can call it that. Though it would be a lie to say that the manipulator was not interested in this information exchange, he gets a little too close. “Finally.” Without warning a hand is in Hisoka’s hair, nose crinkling, a show of distaste. “We’re starting you with a hair mask.”
38. Most viewed porn categories? :))))
Way too personal Nsfw asks
Lan was not comfortable with this question, nor answering it to the person asking, and as such decided that he would get up and leave without answering. However, that darn forgetfulness of his struck as he left his laptop open, and his history, cache, and cookies undeleted. In fact, he had also forgotten to close the browser window from a previous session.
@bvngee liked for a starter!
Trina was in a bit of a bad mood as she walked around the woods surrounding the pack land. She was planning to shift into her wolf at some point but hadn’t quite done it yet. She was more or less just upset because of how shitty the photographer was at her last shoot. She felt like he was practically drooling the whole time it made her uncomfortable. Despite her bad mood it didn’t make her instincts any less heightened. She turned around to glance towards where she smelled the other, “Can I help you?”
[ scold ]
Dominance
His nose crinkles as he looks over his shoulder- leave it to Hisoka to catch him when he’s misbehaving. The man always seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe it’s the right place at the right time? Phinks isn’t certain and either way, now he’s annoyed.
“Yeah, yeah I heard you.” He puts the relic back where it was, he hates stupid rules that say he can’t steal at a certain time. Hands go back behind his head, it’s the safest spot to stop sticky fingers. “Let’s get this over with!”
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Killing
“My needles are my preferred method.”
“Though, if I can’t use them I’m quite adaptable. I prefer long distance if I can choose.”