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estoria2016-03-22 07:45 pm
flimsylies) wrote in estoria2016-03-22 07:45 pm
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Who: Hisoka & Open
When: IC Date: 6/9 || OOC Date: 3/20
Where: Cultural Festival, spilled out into the streets.
What: To blend in and creep on people, Hisoka decides to perform at the festival.
Rating/Warning: You never know with him, will update as necessary.
Notes: Prose or action is fine with me. Let me know if you want to fight him and we haven't already talked about it, just so I can tell you about his douchebaggery.
STREET PERFORMANCE
All in all, when he puts on his smile and showman's flair, there's nothing so terribly disconcerting about him. He is dressed like a clown with paint on his face, red in his wild hair. His balancing ball, juggling clubs, knives, and playing cards look completely at home with him. He is quite an accomplished acrobat, his tricks are well-practiced and performed seamlessly.
He balances on the large red ball with one hand, doing a coin trick behind his back with the other.
He juggles a multitude of items with his eyes blind-folded, and can even do it when they're on fire.
His has flowers and glitter up his sleeves.
"Ta-da," he announces dryly, smiling as he bows.
FORTUNE TELLING
When his acrobatics are complete, he can be found later sitting beneath a tree shuffling a deck of cards. A hastily scrawled sign hanging from the lowest limb of the tree says that he will read your fortune for you, for a small fee.
It never hurts to have a little extra money in a new town.
Wildcard
He'll be around doing cultural festival things, do what you do. PM me if you want to hash anything out.
When: IC Date: 6/9 || OOC Date: 3/20
Where: Cultural Festival, spilled out into the streets.
What: To blend in and creep on people, Hisoka decides to perform at the festival.
Rating/Warning: You never know with him, will update as necessary.
Notes: Prose or action is fine with me. Let me know if you want to fight him and we haven't already talked about it, just so I can tell you about his douchebaggery.
STREET PERFORMANCE
All in all, when he puts on his smile and showman's flair, there's nothing so terribly disconcerting about him. He is dressed like a clown with paint on his face, red in his wild hair. His balancing ball, juggling clubs, knives, and playing cards look completely at home with him. He is quite an accomplished acrobat, his tricks are well-practiced and performed seamlessly.
He balances on the large red ball with one hand, doing a coin trick behind his back with the other.
He juggles a multitude of items with his eyes blind-folded, and can even do it when they're on fire.
His has flowers and glitter up his sleeves.
"Ta-da," he announces dryly, smiling as he bows.
FORTUNE TELLING
When his acrobatics are complete, he can be found later sitting beneath a tree shuffling a deck of cards. A hastily scrawled sign hanging from the lowest limb of the tree says that he will read your fortune for you, for a small fee.
It never hurts to have a little extra money in a new town.
Wildcard
He'll be around doing cultural festival things, do what you do. PM me if you want to hash anything out.
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Oh.
If he had any doubts whether this guy was an experienced fighter or not, this firmly settled them. After all, how else would someone take a hit like that and still manage to act like a creepy asshole?
Before he had time to react, however, Hisoka's leg came crashing into the side of his head, sending him flying. He managed to shift his weight enough to neatly flip back on his hand and onto his feet, but his ear was ringing something awful from the impact and the taste of copper was already seeping into his mouth.
... despite this, though, he gives a little sneer and spits out some of the blood.]
Yeah? I can say the same--
[And now he rushes forward again, leaping up to deliver a few rapid fire jump punches to Hisoka's face.]
-- about you!
no subject
The clown is quite aggravating agile, quick to dodge and quick to block and he soaks up damage without showing a shred of pain of exhaustion. Both are meaningless to him, and his coldness even when smiling is his danger.
Even when he is knocked off his feet, he's up again in instants like an acrobat, and always so chilly and composed. ]
Have you ever died?
[ Really he means here in this half-reality where death was meaningless, a suggestion that his mouth must get him into this kind of trouble all the time. ]