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A day off from work had allowed the magician some time to kill, which he had decided to spend exploring his new surroundings. After some hours of directionless wandering, Hisoka had found himself in a rather neatly-kept park near the outskirts of the bustling hub of the city. The suburb itself was less crowded and sported a slower pace of life, as one would expect, however, his rovings thus far had proven to be disappointingly uneventful. The majority of Iunctum citizens he had come across, sans for one, weren't the most exciting.

Perched on a bench, one leg crossed over the other, golden hues scanned the grassy plains of the park. A small hill was host to a handful of people laid out on blankets, to the left of the hill a children's play area. Far off on the right, the landscape presented a small pond, home to a few ducks and whatever creatures lived beneath it's surface. However, it was a young teen not too far ahead of him that had caught his eye. There was nothing particularly special about him, not unless a boundless amount of enthusiastic energy meant anything to you. 

Watching for a moment with interest piqued, Hisoka observed the lithe redhead's movements, making himself familiar with them, eventually predicting them. He'd been happily tossing a ball about by himself since Hisoka had spotted him, how long he had already been there beforehand was anyone's guess.

Waiting for the right moment, when the ball was mere inches away from falling back into the boy's awaiting hands, Hisoka had formed and projected a long strand of sticky aura, invisible to the untrained eye. The charged substance hit it's target and, within the blink of an eye, the magician had retracted his extended aura, bringing the ball directly into his palm, and watching as a look of confusion fell upon the unknowing youngster's face.

It wasn't every day that you found yourself ripped from your world and into a foreign land without warning. The destination was a large metropolitan city, trying desperately to pretend that the war that had recently devastated it never happened. What he'd seen so far of city itself was aesthetically impressive, all tall, state of the art buildings and brightly lit streets, fast paced and bustling with life. It's inhabitants weren't quite as stirring, having been yet to come across any who caught his eye or looked as though they could put up much of a fight.

He hadn't been a citizen long, no more than a couple of days, and had already found himself assigned living arrangements, a spouse, and a job; deciding to play along with this elaborate game of House for the time being, to make the most of his time here until he'd found a way to return home. Hunter licences weren't recognised in Iunctum, he had quickly learned, meaning his way home would have to be found without the usual perks that came with hunter status.

He supposed that the best place to start would be exploring more of the city, making himself familiar with it and returning to the Sanctuary from which he had arrived. All that, however, would have to wait for another day.

Duty calls.

A short train ride took him to his place of work, a luxurious casino set in the heart of the city; it's spacious rooms filled with hopeful gamblers, waiting for lady luck to shine on them. Intentionally arriving an hour or so before he was actually due to begin work, Hisoka was able to wander around the building, getting a feel of the place and storing mental notes and this and that; not spotting anything too interesting, until—

       "Oh~? ♥︎"

What were the chances? Chrollo Lucilfer, the very man he previously had been pursuing with little luck, before being sidetracked with the eldest Zoldyck son, and torn away to some far-off world he'd never heard of. From what he could tell from this distance, the infamous troupe's leader had regained his Nen, much to Hisoka's delight. His luck didn't stop there, noticing that his target also seemed to hold a position of vocation in the casino, making them colleagues. It was funny how things turned out and the fun he could have. Were the rest of the gang's members also here? It begged the question of how people were chosen to ended up in this city; be it random selection or methodical.

Before approaching, however, the magician allowed himself a moment—or two or twelve—to regain a sense of composure and rein in his growing aura, almost oozing bloodlust that Chrollo surely would have noticed. Once calmed, cooled, and collected, Hisoka sashayed over to the Blackjack table that the familiar face was dealing at, casual as anything with the usual click click click of his heels muted to dull thuds on the carpeted floor underfoot, before perching himself on a stool and dropping some casino chips onto the green-felted table.