GORGON

“ How doth the little crocodile,  Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile,  On every golden scale! ”

Independent Hunter x Hunter OC. Crossover/AU/OC friendly. Still catching up on the series but I have enough knowledge to rp within the universe!

Written by ACE.

She isn’t sure how to take that, coming from a child. It catches the waitress off guard, but she smiles all the same. Was it out of concern that he asked? Or something else? She couldn’t be sure, but she liked to think it was the former.

“Yes.” She nodded, “I’m going to become a hunter.”

@goldcnscales​  Kore Ariti was summoned;– 

❣≽         One would wonder if the sound of a pin dropping would make this girl jump out of her own skin. Observant eyes would catch the sudden shifts in confidence; likewise catching the way she’d observe even him. He didn’t quite have anything better to do at the moment– and she was right there. Suppose the thought of pushing a few buttons sounded rather appealing to a bored soul. He rose from his resting position and made quiet and light strides that were slow in their pace. The goal wasn’t to be unheard or noticed– on the contrary! He wanted her to know he was approaching.  Ready or not he was soon looming over her with a smile. A wide grin that carried not a single drop of its typical malice upon its lips and instead came off as more of a friendly sort of expression. Hisoka then proceeded to say and do nothing at all.

She didn’t like where this was going.

Hisoka shouldn’t be wasting his time with her, yet here he was, looming over her with a questionable smile on his face. She shrunk back, trying to appear smaller as her sentient snakes glared at him as if they were about to attack. But she puts her hands on them and tries to brush them down to calm them as she gets a better look at him.

He...didn’t look as scary as he normally did. That made Kore somewhat hopeful for a normal interaction. (But was there truly such a thing with Hisoka involved?)

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So- this is what it felt like. Those, ‘out of body experiences ’.

His bloodlust, his very vice; was now willing limbs to sway to their own devices as the devil’s maw bellowed. Clawed fingers pierced gullets and cards as sharp as daggers sliced flesh as his feet danced across the ground with a fluid and eerie glide. Sensations he could feel, see and even taste as splashes of blood dared fly into his pallet as they spread from the wounds created by his destructive and spontaneous dance. Being mindful of the situation and taking a second seat to a driving force his heart began to pound; a single bead of sweat over taking his brow as his features twisted into something cruel and uncomfortable. He could feel a moment of grounded thought. A split second of clarity that sat on the edge of release- 

Hisoka’s hand sored up to his mouth and teeth began to sink into his appendage like a ravenous wolf slaughtering the lamb, drawing blood from his own flesh that poured down his arm like a running river. As the pressure began to build in his hand and eyes of gold rolled into the back of his head he would let slip a hushed and uncomfortable moan as his body began to settle upon its knees. The pain in his hand inflicted upon himself soothed him like a pacifier.

No- he didn’t like this at all. To be forced into bloodlust so quickly- so easily- and being pent up so terribly on top of it all. The force of his release created a terrible taste in his mouth, turning that taste of iron that he adored so tenderly into something fowl. Almost rotten. And despite the fits of giggles that came from within him like thunderous claps hues of gold would tell of his true shade as his body trembled with that familiar ache. Something cold, neglecting pleasure as an agitated hiss followed in the wake of the carnage.  His hand still clenched tightly between ivory Hisoka rises to his feet with shaking legs. His body still in the throws of ecstasy as he rises with eyes as wide as the grin wrapped around his hand. Hisoka turns on his heel; eyes scanning the room for that peculiar shade of green aura. The eyes of this one now lowered gradually as he searched the space with growing calm, having not sought for long as that small voice revealed herself before her aura. 

How sweet of her. .  Footsteps began to approach her hiding place in a slow tempo- the whispers of giggles from before softening into lower and sweeter hums as he made his way through the puddles of crimson; a bloodied ace of spades twirling betwixt clawed fingers as he drew near.             “ ☠︎︎ “ 

He needn’t say a word as a hand slammed against the hiding place with a loud thud. Smearing the limb in the warm fluid as his body hunched over with a sickly arch. The sound of his hand slipping and gliding through the crimson splatter followed his footsteps as his head shot from behind the pillar and into her personal space behind her cover.

                      Avoiding direct contact with his gaze is heavily advised from here on out.

The silence after a few hushed noises was agonizing. She didn’t dare look around the pillar to see what the hell he had been doing - to the victims or to himself. She wraps her arms tighter around herself, fingers squeezing against the fabric of her waitress uniform she had still been in. Then she hears it, the soft humming and footsteps. She takes a deep breath, ready to be yelled at, or something of the like.

But she wasn’t expecting the loud slam, and she instantly jumped and nearly fell over at the action. She doesn’t look at him, her ‘sisters’ are doing that for her. The nine sentient snakes are poised back like they’re about to attack the man, and the girl they’re connected to stays curled up against the pillar, shaking slightly as her arms wrap back around herself.

Just the aura of this man was downright terrifying. She didn’t dare look up. She did try to calm her snakes, though,and reached up with shaking hands to try and coax them down. But they refused to lose eyecontact, even though she could tell they were scared too, terrified even. It was the first time she had felt such an emotion from her sisters, making her own fear amplified to the point that the young gorgon was crying already, and all he had done was look at her.

   “  Mess  up  ?  “  A  curious  note  creeps  into  his  voice.  “  There  are  few  ways  to  do  that  beyond  personal  error  or  betraying  the  spider.  “  He  offers  .  though  if  it  is  of  any  true  reassurance  he  has  yet  to  know.  The  head  stays  quiet  as  she  speaks  ;  he’d  already  had  a  rough  idea  of  what  use  she  might  have  for  the  group  and  thus  where  she’d  fit  best.  However  a  more  rounded  picture  would  certainly  aid  in  a  more  precise  role  for  her.

   Though  he  doesn’t  speak  as  she  moves  and  sits  ,  his  silence  was  one  of  relaxed  acceptance.  A  typical  state  for  the  spider  ,  to  be  at  rest  with  only  precise  moments  that  dictated  otherwise.  It  was  best  to  observe  the  newest  ,  building  a  picture.  She  would  not  be  on  the  frontlines  ,  this  much  Chrollo  had  already  decided  but  had  been  strengthened  further  even  just  within  these  few  moments.

   “  You  named  your  condition  ?  “  Strange.  But  her  explanation  did  answer  unspoken  questions  on  the  status  of  her  snakes’  sentience.  “  Is  their  consciousness  tied  to  yours  ?  “  It  was important  information  to  have  ;  if  they  could  or  could  not  function  based  on  their  host’s  conscious  status.  On  some  level  their  nen  must  be  tied  to  her  for  her  to  even  be  capable  of  making  a  nen  contract.  Such  at  least  was  the  manner  Chrollo  could  best  understand.

   He  exhales  softly  ,  giving  a  thoughtful  hum.  It  seemed  nine  had  a  penchant  for  being  in  information.  “  You’ll  be  with  Shizuku  as  part  of  the  information  gathering  unit  in  most  cases.  Although  on  occasion  you  may  be  elsewhere  depending  on  the  situation.  “ 

He says that, but it only servers to make her more nervous. She’ll believe him, for now. He was the leader, he wouldn’t lie about that kind of thing. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She said with a small nod and with a meek voice. She has burned it into her memory. Personal error was her strong suit, but hopefully her sisters would keep her in line, despite them not all agreeing to join the spider in the first place.

“Is that weird? I just figured it’d be easier to reference everything with a title.” She tilted her head in more genuine confusion this time before shaking her head. “In a way, we sort of have a hive mind thing going on. I can’t exactly read their thoughts but they can share information with me - like sending vague signals to your body to move a certain part, but it’s still up to me to move it, if that makes sense.” She tilted her head slightly. “It’s more like...they’re sending suggestions to me. And we have some kind of empathic bond, I can tell how they’re feeling.” She said after a moment and straightened up. “But their nen is theirs, and mine is mine. I am only effected by their nen by them biting me and transfering it to me that way, or because their body is connected to mine. We’re more like conjoined twins in a sense. We’re separate almost completely.”

“Okay.” Information gathering...she could do that! She was good at that! “I still --I still have my position as a waitress at the Golden Snake too, which is a popular place for Hunters and those of the Underground! So if there’s anything you need to know I can-- I can try to find it out.” She seemed a little more confident when it came to this, though she still nervously messed with the non sentient hair-snakes instead of her skirt now. She had combat abilities sure, but there was some kind of relief for being put apart of the information gathering unit.

The sentient snakes seem to be staring at Chrollo intently, and Kore finally takes notice to them. “S-Sorry about them. I don’t think they trust you yet.” She tries to pat them down, only for one of them to bite her. “Ow! Ow, I’m sorry!” She cries quietly, tears stinging the edges of her eyes as she pulls her hands back to her chest. She squeezed her fingers over the small wound, stopping the small amount of blood from escaping. At least she wasn’t bit too deep.

   Eyes  more  akin  to  abyss  than  color  lift  at  the  stammering  voice  to  observe  the  one  in  front  of  him.  She  was  one  of  the  one’s  Feitan  had  seen  fit  to  take  in  after  the  Yorknew  incident  it  seemed.  Her  ,  and  the  young  assassin  Kalluto.  An  interesting  choice.  Despite  the  fact  Chrollo  was  the  ultimate  head  ,  he  had  simply  accepted  the  choices  as  they  were.

   “  If  you  wish  to  share  ,  you  may.  “  Chrollo  offers  ,  his  own  calm  a  stark  contrast  to  her  nervous  demeanor.  This  was  a  first  from  within  the  spiders.  “  It  will  not  bore  me.  But  if  you  don’t  wish  to  ,  you  are  under  no  obligation.  I  have  an  idea  as  to  the  theme.  “  He  slowly  closes  the  book  in  hand  to  let  it  rest  against  his  knee.  “  Are  you  afraid  of  me  ?  “  He  asks  curiously  ,  though  not  unkindly.  A  friendly  question  despite  the  topic.

“Afraid of you?” She blinks at the question before shaking her head. “Maybe a little....if I’m being honest. But I more respect you than anything, sir.” She gave a small bow at the words, coming back up with a smile. “I’m just....afraid I’ll mess up.” Her hands mess with the trim of her skirt for a moment before she stops and clasping them infront of herself again. “So I thought informing the head of my sister’s abilities would be the best option, so you could advise me or know where to put me on a mission.”

“If....If that’s okay!“ Quickly, she retreats  back into her shell, hunching her shoulders slightly as if to make herself appear smaller. Her snakes hiss slightly, scolding her for being such a pushover. She sighs softly and runs a hand over them to get them to stop making noise.

“I just-- here I’ll sit down this might take awhile.” She takes a seat not far from the head, smoothing out her skirt as she sat before clasping her hands in her lap. “I do have a condition for myself, I guess I can start there.”

Though she has no nen abilities herself, Kore is a master martial artist. She specializes in a mixed style made by herself that consists of alot of defensive moves, with small bursts of counter attacking and throwing. The style itself hardly has any offensive moves outside of simple 1-2 punching and kicking.

This is mostly due to the fact that all of her major offensive abilities belong to her snakes, so she doesn’t need offensive moves a terrible amount. They’re doing that work for her. She just as to focus on keeping herself alive so that her sisters can use their abilities in a situation.