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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;color:#212121"]♠ Hisoka had adapted a certain way of reading people that had little to do with their emotional input and very much more to deal with their threat level. That wasn't to say he was an idiot of course. He has lived on this planet longer than most here have, he was fairly sure. While kitsunes were normally lone creatures they always lived on brinks of civilizations and settlements. Tempering with mortals and tricking people because- well, there wasn't really much to do beside annoy people. He knew how to trick through omission. Though he was capricious for lairs.
He knew when to tell someone was lying, and easily when someone was hiding something. But he was only on his third tail, still had quite a while to go in comparison to the mighty nine-tailed he could be. and already he was so very powerful. Already the amount of challenge within the midst of these clans were trickling down to the handfuls. That was the importance of culling the potential, these little sparks few and far in between groups. Let them grow let them shine, unto something challenging and wonderful and dangerous. Snowbound as it seemed- had quite a few, a very good significant amount in comparison to others.
and oh it gave him chills just thinking about it. His fur prickling in excitement as he forsaken the previous anger. No, hisoka wasn't one to hold onto such petty emotions. Only thing that ever caught his interest anymore was the thrill of battle. Hunting, searching, killing. oh.
So when quinn moved over with a very certain air of balance. It caught the kitsune's interest enough to stop and listen. Golden coin eyes resting on the small domestic. The blood speckled beast had patience, at least. Tolerable in the way that he could deal with rambling animals. Kind of part of the trade really. When he reached the peak, glaring down into some doomed dead-man's eyes that was all they could do really. Stutter out their promises, their regress, their last pathetic dying words.
He cocked his head just so, feeling the distinct shit in the air that alerted him of the assassin's presence before he spoke. Before hisoka could speak. Aah, speak of the devil and he shall come. When he turned his head a little to catch the other in his sights he took note of the other's denigrating health. Oh my. He just got through the whole 'don't fuck with my brother' shindig with illumi too. Hopefully he was the kind to not shoot the messenger. As much as hisoka admired someone who could pin him down in a fight- he wasn't interested in loosing one of his limbs anytime soon. Or gods forbid- a tail. No maybe it was a circumstance to, omit certain things. Just having to keep a closer eye on the other to be sure he actually slept.
Just as the silence was beginning to stretch on a little too long, the hunter raised a paw. His sharpened talons resting on the crest of his chest as he leaned his head back. Letting out a puffed imitation of mock hurt. "Killua, you wound me." His voice was smooth, a low timber as his words rolled along his tongue that was natural of a tri-lingual. "I was off escorting someone actually. Some of us do have to make a living you know~" Not saying he was poor by any means. In fact the kitsune had quite the gold mines around the place. All in little fox holes hidden from the untrained eye for him to later retrieve. Mostly goody piles, sometimes the occasional artifact.
" Curious little thing, arn't you?" The kitsune responded be-musingly. Tilting his head down to better meet eyes with Quinn. His voice takeing on a purred edge that was more to unsettle the deputy and ease the other into conversing more. Afterall, information gathering was part of the daily grind here after all. He seemed to have missed out on quite a lot by the looks of things. " I live here actually. Just returning back from a trip." He was pleasant, coming to rest down and let his tails flicker behind him as he sat. Seeming to sway to a unheard tune only in the ears of the kitsune. "It's a pleasure to meet you Q. Name's Hisoka." Of course, he didn't bother with a last name. No body in the are would recognize it anyway. no, his first name was the one that turned heads more often. Beside, there never was anything wrong with a bit of mystery.♦
He knew when to tell someone was lying, and easily when someone was hiding something. But he was only on his third tail, still had quite a while to go in comparison to the mighty nine-tailed he could be. and already he was so very powerful. Already the amount of challenge within the midst of these clans were trickling down to the handfuls. That was the importance of culling the potential, these little sparks few and far in between groups. Let them grow let them shine, unto something challenging and wonderful and dangerous. Snowbound as it seemed- had quite a few, a very good significant amount in comparison to others.
and oh it gave him chills just thinking about it. His fur prickling in excitement as he forsaken the previous anger. No, hisoka wasn't one to hold onto such petty emotions. Only thing that ever caught his interest anymore was the thrill of battle. Hunting, searching, killing. oh.
So when quinn moved over with a very certain air of balance. It caught the kitsune's interest enough to stop and listen. Golden coin eyes resting on the small domestic. The blood speckled beast had patience, at least. Tolerable in the way that he could deal with rambling animals. Kind of part of the trade really. When he reached the peak, glaring down into some doomed dead-man's eyes that was all they could do really. Stutter out their promises, their regress, their last pathetic dying words.
He cocked his head just so, feeling the distinct shit in the air that alerted him of the assassin's presence before he spoke. Before hisoka could speak. Aah, speak of the devil and he shall come. When he turned his head a little to catch the other in his sights he took note of the other's denigrating health. Oh my. He just got through the whole 'don't fuck with my brother' shindig with illumi too. Hopefully he was the kind to not shoot the messenger. As much as hisoka admired someone who could pin him down in a fight- he wasn't interested in loosing one of his limbs anytime soon. Or gods forbid- a tail. No maybe it was a circumstance to, omit certain things. Just having to keep a closer eye on the other to be sure he actually slept.
Just as the silence was beginning to stretch on a little too long, the hunter raised a paw. His sharpened talons resting on the crest of his chest as he leaned his head back. Letting out a puffed imitation of mock hurt. "Killua, you wound me." His voice was smooth, a low timber as his words rolled along his tongue that was natural of a tri-lingual. "I was off escorting someone actually. Some of us do have to make a living you know~" Not saying he was poor by any means. In fact the kitsune had quite the gold mines around the place. All in little fox holes hidden from the untrained eye for him to later retrieve. Mostly goody piles, sometimes the occasional artifact.
" Curious little thing, arn't you?" The kitsune responded be-musingly. Tilting his head down to better meet eyes with Quinn. His voice takeing on a purred edge that was more to unsettle the deputy and ease the other into conversing more. Afterall, information gathering was part of the daily grind here after all. He seemed to have missed out on quite a lot by the looks of things. " I live here actually. Just returning back from a trip." He was pleasant, coming to rest down and let his tails flicker behind him as he sat. Seeming to sway to a unheard tune only in the ears of the kitsune. "It's a pleasure to meet you Q. Name's Hisoka." Of course, he didn't bother with a last name. No body in the are would recognize it anyway. no, his first name was the one that turned heads more often. Beside, there never was anything wrong with a bit of mystery.♦
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